8. Brynne

Chapter 8

Brynne

I spun on him. "Excuse me?" The man was crazy if he thought I'd be at his mercy that easily.

"You heard what I said." His gaze darkened as a sort of hunger crept into those midnight eyes. "I'll only tell you my name if you're a good little slut and beg for it."

My eyes were practically slits as I mentally threw daggers at him. He was an asshole, the biggest prick I'd ever met, and yet, a part of me wanted to be on my knees before him, at his command. I also wanted to see the utter shock on his face if I did, and the thrill of his rough voice shot sparks through me. Chase had never told me what to do, let alone ever called me a slut. I almost hated that I liked it.

What did I have to lose?

I lowered myself until my knees hit the hard ground, all the while keeping my eyes glued to his. To my disappointment, his expression didn't change at all. He still looked bored as all get out. From this side of the counter, Austin and Henley couldn't see me down here, save for probably the top of my head .

"Please, Nightmare, tell me your name so I can stop using this ridiculous nickname for you."

That got a reaction. The corners of his mouth tilted down the slightest bit behind his facial hair, annoyance ringing clear in his expression. Satisfaction made my lips curl up.

He roughly grabbed my chin, tilting my head further back as he bent the slightest bit. "I'd be careful mouthing off while you're on your knees before me. Never know what I'll fill this little mouth with to make you shut up."

I kept my jaw set, determined not to let his words get to me. Though it seemed they had the opposite effect of offending me as heat pooled in my core.

"Maybe I should fuck that stubborn little tongue clean, huh?" He leaned closer, his voice lowering. "Does that make you wet, Darlin'?"

Again, I kept quiet. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing he'd gotten what he wanted. My panties were already soaked.

"Where do you draw the line?" he asked, the set of his brow softening a bit.

"What?"

"What am I allowed to do to you?"

Realization hit me. He actually wanted to do this. It wasn't an act—he truly liked me at his mercy, and he intended to play.

"Anything." The word came out in a whisper, eliciting a small chuckle from him.

"I didn't hear you."

"You can do anything to me," I said, finding my voice.

He arched a thick brow. "That's a big answer."

Stubbornly, I simply glared back. If he thought I couldn't take whatever he doled out, he highly underestimated me. "You don't think I can take it?"

He straightened, keeping my chin in between his fingers. "Maybe. But even with your confidence, you need to pick a safe word."

"Who says you don't need one, too?"

From the other side of the island, I heard a low whistle come from one of the guys.

The man before me chuckled again, pity in the sound. "Darlin', it's you I'm worried about."

"Fine. Horse." It was the first word that came to mind, but it didn't matter what it was. I wouldn't be using it.

He let me go. "You bring any toys?"

I blinked, the question taking me off guard. I nodded in response.

"Go get ‘em, then."

Using the counter to pull myself up, I didn't glance at Austin or Henley as I walked out of the kitchen and went up the stairs. Once I was in the room I was staying in, I rifled through my luggage until I found my favorite vibrator. It was small, but the bullet had a lot of power, coming with multiple settings.

I made my way back downstairs, the vibrator gripped in my hand. When I reentered the kitchen, Austin and Henley were gone.

"Where'd they go?" I asked the guy where he still stood, but now he was leaning against the island.

"Wouldn't want them to hear you, would you?"

I didn't answer. Honestly, I didn't think I'd mind, but something about this man told me he wouldn't want to share.

"On your knees," he commanded.

I started to lower back to the ground, but he shook his head, lifting his chin to the spot in front of him. "Right here."

I walked over to him, slowly lowering myself back to the ground. The cold tile bit through my leggings to my knees, but it did nothing to cool the heat casting over every inch of my skin. This man was a stranger, someone I'd just barely met, and I didn't even know his name. Yet, I was practically dripping through my leggings at the thrill of what might happen. I was single now, with no obligation to anyone. I could've said no, rejected the man in front of me, but my entire life had been a series of no's. Today, it'd be yes.

He held his palm out, calluses littering his skin, and I set the toy in his hand. He knew exactly what he was doing as he clicked it on, the vibrator buzzing to life.

"What was it that you wanted from me?" he asked, knowing damn well what the answer was.

I adjusted my arms, pushing my boobs out a bit more so my v-neck showcased my cleavage. "Your name."

He twisted the vibrator in his fingers, watching me. "And what did I say you had to do?"

"Beg."

"And what aren't you doing?"

My nostrils flared the slightest bit. It was obvious he wasn't going to make this easy.

I leaned forward slightly. The bulge in his jeans was massive as it pressed up against the dark denim. Rather than using my hand, I stuck my tongue out, trailing it up the fabric. He stared down at me, our eyes locked as heat flickered in his gaze. Once I hit the top of the zipper, the tip of my tongue flicking past the button, I said, "Please tell me your name."

He stared at me, likely judging if he should give in that easily, but of course, he was making me work for it. "Tongue out, Darlin'."

I did, sticking it out as far as it would go. He clicked the vibrator up a speed, then pressed the silicone tip to my tongue. It tickled slightly, making my senses go on high alert.

He dragged it from the tip to the back, nearly hitting my gag reflex but stopping short, then brought it back to the tip. A few more passes, and he pulled it away, holding it in front of me. "Spit on it."

I raised up a bit, letting my spit drip onto the toy.

Once it was covered to his liking, he knelt so we were eye level. Keeping his gaze locked on mine, he used his free hand to pull the top of my leggings away from my belly, then stuck his other hand with the vibrator inside. He easily pulled my panties away, situating the toy directly over my clit. Instantly, my body buzzed to life, ecstasy rippling through me. It took every ounce of control to keep the blissful sensation from showing.

He dipped one finger inside me, coating his skin, then removed his hand, leaving the toy in my panties. He let my leggings fling back against my belly, my body flinching slightly as it pulled the vibrator firmer to my clit.

"Open your mouth."

My lips parted, and he slid his glistening finger inside, pressing it down against my tongue.

"I don't feel very convinced that I should tell you my name," he said, hooking his thumb under my chin. "I think you're doing just fine without it."

"Please," I mumbled around his finger, and then I closed my lips around the digit, sucking hard. The flavor of me coated my tongue, and I swallowed as he used his thumb to pull my face closer to his. His other hand drifted down, clicking up the speed on the toy through my leggings, causing electricity to flow through me as my legs strained to keep up.

"You're fucking soaked. Such a dirty little slut, aren't you?"

I nodded as a small noise escaped my throat.

"You like this, don't you? Being on your knees before a stranger, so willing to let me use you."

I hummed my response as he cupped the vibrator through the fabric of my pants, pressing it harder to my clit.

"If you come, you don't get my name," he warned, and I nearly wept at the thought of not letting myself give in to the pleasure that coursed through every inch of my body. "You can wait until I let you, can't you?"

I blinked rapidly, trying to rein in my impending orgasm. I was almost willing to let myself go, damn his name.

He pressed the button through my leggings again, all while keeping his finger in my mouth, upping the speed.

He shoved his finger deeper, tightening his thumb under my chin. I choked slightly, my eyes watering the smallest bit. With the act, he slowly withdrew his finger, trailing it over my cheek and down my neck.

"What's the magic word, Brynne?"

"Please," I panted, my voice desperate, as I could barely hold my orgasm back any longer. "Please tell me your name."

He could tell I was close, teetering on the edge as I fought to keep it at bay. Just when I thought I couldn't hold it back any longer, he said, "You can come."

I dropped the pathetic hold I had on myself and let the pleasure rip through me. I nearly collapsed, thinking I could hold myself up on my own, but then I set a hand out on his shoulder as I dipped my head, and he grabbed my arm to hold me up, keeping me upright on my knees.

I let out a moan, my mouth wide open as I tried to keep my noises quiet. I didn't know where Austin and Henley were, but it wasn't like it was a secret what was happening in here.

The vibrator was still stuck to my clit, waves of pleasure rumbling through me as it continued eliciting pleasure, despite the fact that I already came.

I went to take it out, but he grabbed my hand, shaking his head. "I want one more out of you."

But with his words alone, my hand still gripped in the fabric of his shirt, another wave of pleasure came all on its own. I screamed out, pressing the top of my head to his chest as he let me use him for support while my second orgasm ripped through me. With my vibrator alone, I'd never had such a powerful feeling ripple through my entire body, and I didn't know if I could take any more.

I tried to swallow through my heavy breathing, and he brought a hand up to my hair, resting it on my neck. "Take it out. "

I released one of my hands from him, slipping it into my pants to pull the toy out. The entire vibrator was soaked in my cum, my body shaking from release. I turned it off, setting it on the ground as I caught my breath. Once I was composed enough, I pulled away from him.

He gave me one last look, and I almost hated the softness that appeared for the first time since I'd met him.

He stood, moving to grab his coffee mug from the counter. I stayed on the floor, looking up at him expectantly.

After a long sip, he stared out the window, almost like I wasn't there. But then, when I thought he wouldn't say a word, he muttered, "Booker."

And left.