“Are we still on for our date tonight?” he whispers into our kiss.
“Oh, you’re not getting out of this one.”
“I wasn’t trying to,” he replies.
We finally separate, and he adjusts the tie around his neck as I reach out to help him, tightening it just a hair. Then, I open the boardroom door and walk in. Our four team members are already waiting for us as I take my seat at the head of the table. Beau walks in behind me and takes the one to my right.
I feel his gaze on me during the entire meeting, watching me with lust-filled eyes as I delegate tasks and ask for updates from the team. Toward the end, when we’re discussing the mural design we’ve hired a talented young artist from California to do in the main hall, Beau picks up his phone, and I know, without even looking, that he’s up to no good. He’s looking for punishment today.
When my phone pings on the table, I don’t even open it. Chances are it’s a filthy picture he’s taken this week to distract me. He’s being a brat, and he knows it. I allow it because later tonight, I’m going to make him pay.
Room fifteen is our room. I mean, obviously it’s open to the public, but we charge extra for it, and use it for ourselves whenever we have the chance. At midnight on the dot, I open the door with my private key to find my man kneeling naked on his pillow, waiting for me. His eyes are cast down and his hands are folded obediently in his lap.
When I lock the door behind me, he doesn’t move, but when I pull off my robe I wore in the hallway and hang it on the hook, I wait for him to glance up.
As his eyes finally lift and cast a hungry gaze over my tight black leather corset, thong, and garter straps, I watch him force down a gulp. Then I step closer to him, standing in my black heels.
Reaching down, I wrap the collar around his neck, clasping it with a resounding click. The sound of it sends a shudder down his spine that I can visibly track. As I stand back up, I smile.
“Go ahead,” I whisper. Without a word, he bends forward, pressing his lips to the leather of my shoes. “Good boy.”
As he lifts back up, I notice a pleased expression on his face. Then I raise my foot and press the sharp stiletto heel against his shoulder. He slowly falls backward until he’s lying on the floor, staring up at me with a devilish grin. He looks like a brat right now, and I fucking love it.
I press my heel down a little harder until he winces, finally giving up that smug look on his face.
“What did you do wrong today?”
“I sent you a video during the meeting.”
“A video of what?”
He smiles again, so I press down harder, careful not to let my weight settle too hard on the foot currently in position to puncture his pecs.
“Me in the shower, stroking my dick for you.”
“Why did you send me that video?”
When he smiles again, I move my foot from his shoulder to his throat, now being vigilant to balance carefully. His smile fades quickly. “Because I want your attention on me.”
“Hmm…” I reply. “I think you did it because you’re a filthy slut. Is that it?”
His mouth twitches. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Thought so. Now get up.”
After I remove my shoe from his windpipe, he stands. With a nod, I gesture toward the St. Andrew’s cross against the wall, and he walks obediently over to it, so I can affix the cuffs to his wrists and ankles.
I take it a little easy on him tonight, only giving him three lashes with the crop because I know any more than that will have him in a weeping mess on the floor by the time we’re done. And I still have plans for him after this.