Chapter 27

TWENTY-SEVEN

BOBBY

T he apartment was cute, full to the brim with paintings that had me hard long before her key turned in the lock.

Ashley swept into her home, hanging her keys on a hook by the door and kicking off her shoes. She leafed through a handful of mail.

It took her a few minutes to notice the gift box on her desk, nestled between jars of ink.

She glanced around her, but failed to spot me in my hiding place.

Her red curls were longer, dancing over her back as she moved forward and picked up the box. It took great restraint not to rush forward and sink my hands into the silken tresses.

The brown leather paddle trembled in her fingers, tracing the word reversed into the facing.

I stole out from my spot and moved behind her, my balls tightening at my nearness to her. But they weren't the only thing active. My heart thundered in my chest, nerves spilling into my stomach.

Would she be happy to see me?

My footsteps startled her and she turned, her eyes widening. Before I could speak, she launched herself at me, her mouth finding mine and stealing a long, fervent kiss.

Hot skin pressed against me as I threaded my fingers into her luscious hair. Roughly, I tipped her head back and kissed her neck.

‘Fuck,' I groaned. ‘I've missed you.'

‘I've dreamt of this every night since I last held you.' Her voice was everything good in the world. Smooth as whiskey, sweet as cherry pie.

‘Did you dream of being my girlfriend or my pet?'

‘I dreamt of being your everything.' Fire engulfed me, my insides burning with need.

I pulled her to the floor, taking my time to toy with her, kissing her until we were both utterly breathless.

‘How will it work?' I asked, groaning as she ground against me.

‘What?' Lust laced her voice, already halfway gone.

‘You live here, and I live three states over. Do you want to come stay with me?'

That seemed to douse her with a cold shock of reality. Her fingers stroked along my jaw.

‘No. I can't. I never want to lack the ability to look after myself again.'

I understood. It had taken a lot for her to leave and carve her own path.

Smiling, I traced her collarbone. ‘Little love, I'll come to you.'

‘As long as I can come for you,' she whispered.

‘You're a devil,' I laughed, scooping her hips and rolling her beneath me.

‘The take us to hell. Sir .'

The sir unleashed the beast, and I could hold back no longer. I arched against her, my rigid cock pressing against her. The clothes between us were no match for our desperation, and I fucked her through the material until she came in her panties.

Like a good girl, she stripped and knelt before me, naked, while I stuffed the wet underpants into her mouth. The leather paddle dug into my palm as I hefted it in one hand, moving round behind her.

‘Hands on the floor, Pet. It's time to brand your rear with your name until you remember exactly what you are.'

The muffled cry she gave when I slapped the paddle on the smooth skin of her rear made me smile. Three red letters appeared faintly on the skin. Pet.

Raising my hand, I prepared for another swat, intending to redden her up real good before taking her. She'd whimper with every strike of my hips against her bruised ass.

I had months to make up for.