Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Ihold perfectly still as I listen to him walk through the hotel suite. He’s not moving quickly, but he’s also not meandering, either. A few seconds later, he stops in the doorway of the bedroom. I don’t twist to look at him, don’t do anything but hold my breath.

“Look at you,” Devan murmurs. “Apparently you can follow simple orders.”

My eyes snap open. I’m not sure when I closed them. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” A step, and then another.

I turn my head and watch him in the reflection. Devan slowly shrugs out of his jacket, his gaze pinned on my ass. He tosses the jacket onto one of the two chairs situated next to the bed. He slides out of his shoes and kicks them aside. I press my lips together against the demand that he strip further, that he expose himself the same way I’m exposing myself right now.

The way I did in that video I sent him.

“Did you like my text?” The question pops out before I can think better of voicing it.

Devan doesn’t move closer. “You wanted that little tease of a video to have me sprinting up here and fucking you like an animal.” He slowly pulls off his sweater, and then the T-shirt below it.

Devan McGuire is shirtless in my hotel room.

I worry my bottom lip even as I have to concentrate to keep my legs spread instead of pressing them together in response to the sight that greets me in the reflection. He’s so big. Barrel chest, solid thick stomach, biceps that scream so much strength, it makes me weak in the knees.

He finally closes the distance between us and presses his fingertips to the small bit of skin exposed between the back of my garter belt and the top of my panties. “This might come as a surprise to a little brat like you, but you’re not in charge here, Hazel. I am.”

My heart flutters strongly enough to be alarming. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying you’ve been a hellion for nine long years, and it’s time someone put you in your place.”

Yes, yes, yes. “I’d like to see you try.”

His low chuckle has things clenching low in my body. “Trust me, I’m going to do more than try.” He drifts his fingers lightly over the lace of my panties, down the center of my ass and shifting to the side before he reaches where I desperately need him. I make a sound of protest and push back against his touch.

Devan swats me lightly on my ass. “First thing’s first. You have anything you’re certain you’re not down for?”

“I’m down for anything.” I say it mostly to annoy him.

He snorts. “Try again, brat. Everyone has limits.”

“Not everyone.” But ultimately he’s right to ask this question and I owe him honest answers. Devan’s just ensuring we both have a good time, and brat or not, I’m in total agreement. “I don’t want to be blindfolded.”

He goes still, which is right around the time I realize he was tracing the edges of my panties. “Okay.”

I appreciate that he doesn’t ask why, but then I expect he already knows. After the car crash, I sustained a head injury and they’d had a bandage around my eyes when I woke up. I shudder as the remnants of that memory echo through me. Ever since then, I can’t stand to have my eyes covered. No sleep mask, no cucumbers over my eyes, nothing.

“What else?”

I huff out a breath. “I like some pain play, but I’ve mostly kept it to spanking or paddling in the past. I’m not saying no to the more extensive things, though. There aren’t any roleplaying scenarios off the top of my head that I can think will be triggering.”

“Daddy, doctor, teacher?”

I shiver. “Not triggering.”

“Mmmm.” He lightly squeezes my ass. “If anything comes up, you will tell me.”

It’s easy enough to agree to that condition. I already did when we first opened negotiations. “Okay.”

“Birth control?”

“Yes,” I breathe. Like the bar downstairs, the room seems to heat up the longer we’re this close. He’s barely doing anything to me, but I’m in danger of combusting. “I’m also tested regularly.”

“I am, too.” He hesitates. “I have condoms, though.”

“Optimistic of you.”

“I like to be prepared.” He makes a low sound. “Though I wasn’t prepared for this tonight.” He traces the back straps of the garter belt. “We should use condoms. It’s the smart thing to do.”

There is nothing smart about what we’re doing tonight. It’s reckless in the extreme, for all that I’ll never see him again. The man was my guardian for years, if an absent one. I try to imagine what it would be like living in his house as a hormonal grief-stricken teenager, but my mind rebels at the very idea. It’s better this way.

We’re both adults.

Nothing to stop two consenting adults from exchanging as much pleasure as they can handle, even if it’s only for the night.

I arch my back a little, pressing my ass more firmly against his hand. “I don’t want to be smart.”

“Hazel—”

My name on his lips is better than any designer drug. I push on, throwing myself past the point of no return and dragging him with me. “I want you to fuck me bare, Devan. I want you to fill me up like the dirty little slut I am. I crave it.”

His hands tighten on my ass, hard enough to hurt for the barest moment. Then he hooks the edges of my panties and eases them down a few inches. Just enough to tease us both. “Dirty little slut is right. No good girl talks like that. No good girl wants to be fucked bare and filled up.”

“Being a good girl is overrated.”

“Guess I’ll have to teach you some manners,” he says softly, so softly I’m not sure if he’s talking to me or himself. “Until you learn to behave properly. Not bend over and flash your pussy at the first person to walk through the door.” He eases my panties down to the lower curve of my ass.

I can’t quite draw in a full breath. This is both a game and intensely serious. If I were smart, I’d bend for him, would promise to be a good girl and obedient. The thought sends a bolt of heat through me, but it’s nothing compared to the feeling when I imagine pushing back. Play the brat, which doesn’t feel much like playing at all. I lick my lips. “If someone else walked through that door, they’d already have their tongue in my pussy.”

He tsks. “You’re just proving my point.” Devan digs his thumbs into the soft flesh where my ass meets my thighs and spreads me. I don’t know how much he can see in the low light, but I feel exposed when the cold air touches my center.

Abruptly, he releases me and steps back. Dazed, I watch him in the reflection as he strides to the empty chair and sinks onto it. “Come here, birthday girl.”

I slowly straighten. My brain is buzzing so hard, it’s a wonder I’m able to move at all. After a brief debate, I pull my panties back into place. He’s teasing me, and while I can appreciate a good edging should it come to that, it’s not in my nature to make things the least bit easy.

I put a little swing in my step as I cross to him. God, the way this man watches me. He drinks in the sight of me like I’m the best kind of scotch, expensive and meant to savor.

I don’t want to be savored.

I want to be fucking railed.

Devan holds out a hand, a clear command. I reluctantly set mine in his. I barely have a chance to register his grip tightening when he yanks me forward to sprawl face-down across his lap. I shriek and flail, but he plants one large hand across the small of my back, easily pinning me in place.

“What the fuck?”

“Exactly, Hazel. What the fuck?” He palms my ass again. Apparently, Devan is an ass man. Either that, or he’s just touching the part of me most easily accessible. I honestly can’t be certain of anything when it comes to him. He grips the back of my panties and pulls them back to the exact spot they were earlier. “I didn’t give you permission to cover up again.”

“Fuck off.” I wiggle, mostly to test him, and his thighs tense beneath me, shifting so that I’m high-centered and even more helpless than before.

“Good girls get rewards. Do you know what bad girls get?”

I shiver, my instinct to fight battling with my desire for whatever comes next. “What?”

“Birthday spankings.” He brings his hand down on my bare ass before I can brace for it.

I shriek and flail harder. Rationally, I’m more than aware that he’s not spanking me that hard. I had a girlfriend who was really into spanking and she could leave me bruised for days. Devan is nowhere near that level of impact. Yet.

None of that matters, though. “Stop.”

“Stop doesn’t mean stop. Red means stop.” He doesn’t spank me again, though. I belatedly realize that he’s giving me time to react. “Do you want to use red, Hazel?”

Of course not. The struggle is as much part of this game as anything. Humiliation lashes me. I don’t want to admit that I want it. I want to fight it and tell him no and have him overpower me. This is just another layer of the game, though. A game that he’s as invested in as I am. The evidence of his desire is there, pressed up against my stomach.

I drag in a rough breath. “No, you absolute asshole. I don’t want to use red. Or yellow.”

“Mmmm.” He waits a beat more. Apparently satisfied, Devan says, “You’re twenty-five tonight. That was one. Can you handle twenty-four more?”

Jesus. “Only one way to find out.”

“You’ll keep count.” His hand descends again. “Forget your place and we start over.”

This time, I don’t shriek. I just grind out, “Two.”

And so we go. He alternates the strength and placement of each contact, until my entire ass and upper thighs feel like they’re on fire. Until tears run down my face and I’m sobbing out each number. Until my pussy is throbbing with every beat of my heart.

“Twenty-five!”

Devan doesn’t hesitate. He plunges a single finger into me. “What a little slut,” he murmurs. “Punishments are meant to be endured, not enjoyed.”

“Am I being punished for turning twenty-five?” I rasp.

“Yes.” He wedges another blunt finger into me. He’s just as big here as he is everywhere else and the fit is tight. “You turning twenty-five means I have no claim to you anymore.”

I can’t move, can’t spread my legs because of my panties keeping them trapped together, can’t see through the fall of my hair, can’t do more than take what he’s giving me. “You never did anything with the claim you had on me before now.”

Devan twists his wrist and then he’s stroking the tips of his fingers against my G-spot. I whimper, the pain radiating from my ass only making me hotter, wetter. “What should I have done, Hazel?” His voice is low, serious. “Should I have ripped off that bikini when you were nineteen and licked your pussy until you came all over my face? Should I have fucked you in the backseat last year? Fucked you every year?”

“Yes,” I moan. “That’s what I wanted. All I wanted.” No matter what else is true, this chemistry between us isn’t a new thing. “Isn’t it what you wanted, too?”

He doesn’t answer me with words. He just keeps stroking me on the inside, sending pleasure coiling through me, tighter and tighter. “What I want is for you to come for me. Right now.”

It’s like his words unlock something inside me. I whimper and then I’m orgasming, my pussy clenching around his fingers. “Oh fuck.”

“That’s it. That’s my girl.” He keeps stroking, keeps my orgasm coming in wave after wave, until I’m damn near sobbing. Only then does Devan ease his fingers out of me, pull my panties up, and maneuver me up until I’m curled in his lap.

A strange lethargy threatens to drag me down. I lean my head against his shoulder and let the rhythm of his breathing soothe me. A ragged inhale. A barely restrained exhaled. We’re both panting as if we just ran a long distance. At least he’s just as affected as I am.

Part of me can’t believe this is happening.

Part of me can’t believe it took this long.

The night isn’t over yet.