Chapter 2

CHAPTER TWO

Corbin

“ Y es. Tomorrow.” This dick was getting on my last nerve. “No, Phil, you cannot stop at the club and have a lap dance before you drop off your stash.”

The clock on my computer told me it was almost midnight, and I was done for the day. “No, Phil.”

“But dude, it will only take twenty minutes to?—”

“Phil, I can do your job for you if you really need your lap dance.”

There was a long pause followed by a hard swallow that came through on the other end of the line. “No, I’m—I’m, uh, good. Sorry, boss.”

“That’s what I thought,” I said, ending the call.

Sitting back in my chair, I stretched for just a moment. Phil better not fuck up my plan to haul thirty-two girls across the country. This deal was my way to get out from underneath Carlos. I was so done with his shit. My phone dinged again.

Beauty: Baby…are you coming to bed, or am I going to have to entertain myself?

Smiling, I texted back.

Me: Is your paper done?

Beauty: Yes, Sir.

Me: And you are dressed and waiting for me to come up so I can watch you prepare for sleep?

Beauty: Yes, Sir.

Me: Good girl. On my way up. Oh, and no playing with what is mine until I’m there. Understood?

Beauty: Devil-Faced grinning emoji.

Hopping out of my chair, I placed my hand on the scanner to open the door. It hissed and clicked as it slid into the fake wall piece. My office upgrade truly was a blessing.

I popped into the bathroom, quickly brushed my pearlys, and snagged two water bottles out of the fridge. Wrapping my hand around the top of the swirly banister, I hit the stairs running, taking two steps at a time.

Her sweet tangerine scent hit me before entering the room and made me instantly hard. Readjusting myself, I tossed the water onto the bed as I spotted Ari scurrying around the room.

Watching my Beauty run through her nighttime routine of makeup removal, messy hair bun, and teeth-brushing was adorable, but her in my T-shirt made her delectable.

She leaned across my body, caging me in with her arms on either side. “Babe, do you still have my lotion from last night?”

Kissing her nose, I reached down and slid the nightstand drawer open. I grabbed her requested item and smiled at my new shiny piece in the drawer. The Beretta-Eighty-One was a toy to be envied, and mine was made in badass titanium.

After shutting my drawer, I refocused on the Beauty above me. “You ready for me?”

“Always.” She grinned.

“Good. Assume your position.”

Dutifully, she quickly got on all fours next to me, bent her head down to rest it on her pillow, leaving her delectable ass up in the air for me. Slowly, I moved in behind her, nudging her legs wider so I had more room to play.

Flipping up the end of my T-shirt, I smiled as I watched it slide down her back to her shoulders. Allowing my hands to flutter over the smooth, fair, bare globes of her ass, I slapped her right cheek hard, pinking it up.

“Mmmm…” Her moan was soft, but the sound was not allowed.

“Beauty. I’m disappointed.”

“I-I’m sorry. I know…better.”

Smack.

Her whole body bumped forward with that slap, but not a sound was made this time.

“Better. But just to make sure…” I leaned over her bare back, pulled the T-shirt over her head, and tugged back until the shirt was tucked neatly into her mouth. Grabbing the ends, I tied them tight, effectively shutting her up. We didn’t need any more mishaps.

“Show me your safeword hand signal.” She didn’t move. “Ari. Show me now.”

She held up the proper sign with her left hand. “Good girl. Now, ass up a bit higher so I can test that pretty pussy.”

Licking my fingers, I slipped my digits down to her hot, unsurprisingly wet entrance and grinned. Yes, this was going to be good. Guiding myself forward, I teased her pussy with the head of my cock. I heard the moan through the shirt and stopped.

“Ari. Tsk, tsk, tsk. No orgasm for you then.” I lied.

She’d have to wait to get hers, which was more than enough of a punishment for her…maybe. Gripping the sides of her waist tight, I slammed forward, giving her no choice.

Ahhh…the heat of her felt too good.

Pulling back, I kicked my hips forward again and again and again until she had to push away from the headboard with her hands so her head wouldn’t crack into the wood.

“More?”

Ari nodded her head yes.

“Perfect answer. You’re such a good little whore.”

I began building my rhythm faster and harder with every punch of my cock between her slick folds. Faster and harder, faster and harder, my heart pounded as hard as our skin slapped together until finally… My cock pulsed and kicked inside her, filling her up.

“Mmmm…my Beauty.”

I allowed myself a few moments to linger in her delicious warmth, which let the final rolls of pleasure flow throughout my muscles. Regretfully slipping out, I didn’t pause in my movements. I flipped her over and yanked the T-shirt out of her mouth, sliding the knotted material down to her wrists. Snatching her favorite vibrator from the shelf above the bedframe, I slithered back down her body.

“You took that well enough. You may have one orgasm, but no more. Am I clear?”

She nodded her head so fast it was almost funny.

Lying next to her body, I turned her toy on and set it right on her clit. A little clit burn wouldn’t hurt her. I fought my grin as she began to squirm. I loved watching Ari tip over the edge. She was so fucking expressive and a toy I would never break. Well, not on purpose, at least.

“May I—may I…oh god, Sir.”

“May you…”

“Come. May I come…uhh, Sir?”

“If you must.” I sighed.

Her hips bucked up against my hand and the vibrator as she came hard. Tipping my head to the side, I watched her pussy clench with each wave of her orgasm.

God, what a beautiful sight.

We both finally caught our breath as my heart rate slowed to a happy beat.

“I see you kept your collar on as ordered,” I allowed my fingertips to trail along her collarbone. “Proud of you.”

Her dark black hair, framing her round face, allowed her cheeks to pop out. She blushed so prettily as she snuggled up to me.

“Goodnight, my Beauty.”