Chapter Twelve
“How did it go?” Monique asked when he walked into the suite.
His easy smile reached his eyes, telling her all she needed to know. She stood from the chair and rushed to kiss him. She’d imagined he’d do great, but she had a plan in place no matter what his news was.
“Confident, aren’t we?” he said, pointing to the champagne chilling in the bucket.
“I actually ordered it for myself, to prepare for the surprise.”
He put his briefcase on the chair and undid the top buttons on his shirt. Tilting his head to the side, he raised his brow, sizing up her robe. She’d slipped on the hotel-monogrammed robe to hide what she wore underneath.
Zaine removed his shirt. “What if I didn’t nail the deal?”
“Then you’d need a little pick-me-up to make you smile. Either way, you win with me.” We both win, she added inwardly.
“I like where you’re going with this.”
Damn him, the man had earned his ass fucking. And she looked forward to it. She pulled him by the hand, and he skeptically followed her, until she reached the working desk in the corner. She’d put the lube she brought on there, and also the leather-covered paddle. She’d never used one before, but if there was a man she trusted to use it, that’d be Zaine.
His gaze darted from her to the desk, and he beamed with approval when he spotted the lube. She watched him closely, hoping she hadn’t made a complete fool of herself by buying the paddle. It was wide and black and supposed to be a good toy for beginners.
“Interesting,” he said, picking up the device, running his long fingers on it. Specks of silver flickered in his eyes as he turned to her, his expression sober. “Take off your robe.”
She untied the knot at her waist, and then let it slide down. Her insides sizzled with anxiety and anticipation, and she suppressed a squeal. Down, girl. Relax.
She lifted her chin to him, her stomach curling. His jaw clenched, and he regarded her from top to bottom. It was too late to second-guess her schoolgirl outfit. The cropped white top that knotted below her breasts and brown and gold plaid skirt didn’t leave much to the imagination.
He tapped the paddle on his palm, holding it with intent. “Do you know why you’re here?” he asked.
A thrill of excitement ricocheted through her. “I cheated on my language exam,” she said, feigning innocence. When she’d been eighteen, she’d finally finished her last year of school in France. Back then, she’d had too many worries about her family and the drama of everyday life to fantasize about screwing an older man, much less a school director or principal. Today, she was in charge of her reality, and her fantasies. And, shit, it felt good to share them with Zaine. He didn’t judge her or try to change that side of her.
“That’s right. We don’t allow cheating at this school.”
She cleared her throat. “I won’t do it again.”
He shook his head. “Not good enough. You need a good lesson to keep from sabotaging your future, young lady,” he said in a firm voice, and for a second she wondered if he had role-played this scene before. Because, damn, he knew how to do it.
“I promise—”
He took one step in her direction, towering over her. “You aren’t following protocol. Are you not wearing a bra?” he asked, pointing to her top.
Her pulse throbbed at the base of her throat. “I was in a hurry when I left home.”
“Take off your top. I want to see for myself how reckless you are.”
She unknotted the top, her tingly breasts bouncing free. They seemed heavier than usual, desire making them rise and fall as her breathing became more labored. She didn’t take it off, just opened it so he could see her tits.
A flicker of pure lust touched his eyes. He shook his head slowly, then sat his hands on his waist. “You’re a naughty, naughty girl, Monique. I should suspend you. Do you have any idea how distracted everyone will get with your perfect tits?”
“Are you distracted?” she asked, cocking her head down, regarding the bulge in his pants.
“Yes, thanks to you, but I’ll straighten you up. On your knees, now.”
She swallowed, dropping to her knees. He narrowed the gap between them, keeping in character at all times, this stern version, one she began to appreciate. She wouldn’t like to date someone so stuffy, but within this fantasy, it worked. He unzipped in front of her, and when his gorgeous dick popped out, she palmed it, loving the feel of his warm flesh.
He groaned, and she didn’t waste time taking him inside her mouth, hungry for his cum. She licked him up and down, her tongue circling his delicious rod, then began to cup his heavy, smooth balls.
“Suck my balls,” he hissed.
Her attention turned to his balls, at first licking the scrotum, then taking each one of them into her mouth. He pulled at her ponytail, and the act sensitized her scalp like someone had lit it on fire. A moan escaped her lips when she switched balls, her pussy wetter than she could handle. She resumed touching his cock, running her hand up and down his length.
“Enough,” he rasped. “I want to fuck your mouth.”
He slid his cock inside her mouth again, but this time he set the pace, slamming into her. Stroking his cock, he thrust it inside her then retreated, only to return with a vengeance, mimicking the crazy rhythm he’d use later on her pussy. Or her ass.
She squared her shoulders, so excited. When he withdrew from her mouth, her head bobbed forward, and she blinked at him, confused.
“Stand up and bend over the desk.”
She followed suit, her legs trembling. “Why—”
“You need the principal to teach you a lesson. You cheated on your test, didn’t wear the bra, and sucked my cock like a pro. That’s not how a good girl behaves.”
“I told you I’m a bad girl,” she said, remembering the conversation they had before, unsure if she should bring it to this little pretend play or not.
“Yes, you are. That’s why you deserve what’s coming for you. Head down.”
She glanced at the dark oak table’s polished finish, her face so close to it she could smell lemony pine cleaner. Hips undulating, she found it impossible to keep from moving. He swatted her ass, and she jolted, a tingly ache quickly spreading across her cheek. Instead of delivering another smack, he kneaded her butt with both hands, caressing her until her skin warmed up for more.
Zings of need formed in her core. “What’s your punishment, principal? For fucking one of your students?”
He smacked her ass harder than the last time, but strangely she didn’t feel pain. A surge of excitement traveled in opposite sides of her body, washing over her in waves, causing her pussy to clench. A sinful pulse throbbed in her clit, and she fought the desire to touch herself. She knew he wouldn’t let her, not when he was in control—and she didn’t mind giving it to him, because she trusted him. Trusted in a way she couldn’t explain.
Trusted him with her body—with her heart.
“My punishment is having to wait to screw you.”
She bit her bottom lip. She wanted to shout he didn’t have to wait, but shit, she knew they’d both enjoy it more if they continued this crazy scene.
He grabbed the paddle and rubbed it between her legs. She arched on the desk, flattening her breasts, fogging the smooth surface with her ragged breath. Gently, he caressed her folds with the edge of the wide side, and the contact with the leather sent a ball of heat through her.
More of her pearly essence coated her folds, and she moaned, loving how sexy he made her feel. Her heart filled with joy, like she had found her home without knowing she’d been lost. She and Zaine fit together in so many ways.
The scent of her arousal and the new leather from the paddle blended into an intriguing fragrance, swirling around her. Sweat slicked her palms, and she struggled to keep her hands from sliding off the desk.
He pressed the paddle at her entrance and just kept it there, still. She sighed, finding comfort. When she relaxed, he withdrew it, and said with a steady voice, “Now it’s time for that punishment. I’ll spank you three times, one for each infraction. You’re ready?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Smack. “One.”
She yelped as an ache much more intense than when he’d just used his hand pinched her cheek. She closed her eyes, her heart throbbing in her mouth. A rainbow of emotions flowed through her. The ache seared her flesh and brought an awareness that prickled and stung.
Smack. “Two.”
This time, electrifying tingles bolted from her spanked skin to the rest of her. She opened her eyes, moaning, absorbing every impact of his claim on her. A claim she didn’t want to end. The idea of saying goodbye to him, to them, pierced her heart. Tears brimmed at her eyes and she blinked them back, sucking in a breath and willing them away. This is about fun, not overthinking.
Smack. “Three.”
The last one pulled her from her thoughts, and though his hand seemed heavier, the last swat harder than the other two, she was grateful. It grounded her back to the present.
Zaine began to stroke her ass, offering some sort of massaging aftercare, and he blew on her hot cheeks. She sucked in a breath, all her senses overwhelmed and ignited.
He nudged her legs apart with his thigh, and she acquiesced. She heard him reaching for the tube of lube and squirting some of it out. “Easy,” he said, and he must have coated his fingers, for when he began to touch her ass, he did so smoothly.
“Monique, you’re driving me insane,” he said, and she heard the edge in his voice. “I’ve never felt like this before.”
The edge in his voice brought a crazy pounding to her pulse. Did he mean it, or had he said those words in the heat of the moment? I’ve never felt like this before. The words echoed in her ears, reverberating through her.
He thrust two fingers into her hole, and she jerked forward, already starting a trend to move on the desk, shifting her hips the way it suited her. But he was in control, dictating the rhythm, paving the way to his cock with his finger, the friction sending sizzles up her spine.
“Your ass is amazing. I can’t wait any longer… I need to make every part of you mine.”
Every single part? Even my heart? She sighed, his words and actions making her lightheaded. Truth was, she couldn’t wait for him to take every part of her, either. Damn it…she cared for Zaine, against her carefully crafted rationalizations and plans.
Excited, she rocked her hips into his hand, and he thrust his digits deeper into her, manipulating her back entrance. Desire dimmed her vision, and she closed her eyes, enhancing the intensity of the amazing sensations inside her.
When he positioned the tip of his cock into her hole, she arched toward him, as if she’d been waiting for a lot longer. Damn it, she was so ready…so ready for him.
“You okay, baby?” he asked, and she could have kissed him for breaking character and showing her that, despite their role-play, he wanted her to be a part of everything. His pleasure was useless if she didn’t experience it, too.
“Yes. Yes,” she repeated, feeling him enter her tight channel. He did so slowly at first, probably giving her time to get accustomed to his fullness, then he ran a hand down her spine, causing little shivers of awareness.
With surprising tenderness, he traced the back of her neck down to her lower back, caressing her skin, helping her relax and melt into his touch. When he intensified his plunges, the friction seared her flesh, and tingles shot up her body, little invisible sparks of fire clogging her throat.
Their ragged breathing and the sound of him slamming in and out of her filled the place as he continued to stroke her back, and then moved it to her front. With a groan, he cupped her breasts, and she moaned as a primitive sensation overpowered her. He teased her, pinching her nipples, the buds becoming harder and tighter under his mastery.
When he kissed her ear, and she felt his sweat-slicked body so close to her, his fingers touching her tits as his cock slammed into her ass…it became too much. Strands of climax surged through her and she called his name. Her heart slammed against her ribcage, her pulse so fast she couldn’t keep up with it. Didn’t want to. Throwing her head back, she moaned one last time, letting the powerful current of pleasure claim her.
…
Zaine gave his heart enough time to resume its normal rhythm, quite a difference from the insane thrumming from minutes earlier. He’d experienced one of the most sensational orgasms of his life, and assumed Monique enjoyed it as much.
Who knew the day would turn out like this?
The lunch with Lara popped up in his mind and he ran his hand down his face. Shit. The harsh reality dawned on him. He’d have to work with Ashley and put up with her being butt-hurt about Monique. Hopefully she’d find a man to date soon, or another way to occupy her mind and leave the subject alone.
Monique hummed into his chest and he caressed her smooth back, running his finger along her spine. She purred like a spoiled, exhausted cat.
“Are you okay?” he asked; after all, they had shared their most intense lovemaking ever. When she’d surprised him with the paddle, he’d been intrigued and excited. Why not play along? She’d trusted him not to hurt her beyond what she could handle.
His groin stirred as images of her naughty outfit appeared before he willed them away. She’d looked outrageously sexy, and the thought of those perfect ass cheeks and how wonderful they felt made his heart pump all over again. Even if his body needed the rest. Monique transcended physical exhaustion. She transcended…everything, he realized, clearing his throat.
She chuckled. “More than okay. A tiny part of me was scared you’d just think I was crazy, but I’m glad you played along.”
“It was the best surprise.”
She played with his hair. “Tell me. How was lunch with Lara?”
“Good,” he said, then drew in a breath. “I have to tell you something. I’m going to work with Ashley. Lara said she likes her work as an interior designer and gave me no choice.”
Monique’s face hardened for a fraction of a second, but before the frown completely formed on her forehead, she surprised him with a close-lipped smile. She kept caressing him, and her expression softened again. The lump in her throat was visible, as she cleared it before saying, “I understand.”
He thinned his lips. Maybe she didn’t necessarily love the idea, but she knew what was at stake. “Thanks. I appreciate that you’re not making a big deal out of it.” Of course Monique was mature, and like they’d discussed, was not a permanent person in his life. His body stiffened at the thought, and a nauseating sensation settled in his stomach.
She kissed his shoulder. Gently. So gently, he’d take her again if he weren’t half dead. “Of course I wouldn’t make a big deal. It’s your life, and she was married to you. Still is, on paper.”
“I know.” He lifted her chin. “Your opinion matters, though.” Shit, he realized he meant it. During the short weeks he’d been with her, she had taught him so much. Monique had values; she stuck up for what she believed despite making it uncomfortable for people. She didn’t care about impressing or sugarcoating—and she spoke her mind.
He’d always thought he did the same, but an intrusive thought occurred to him. Hadn’t he been just as bad as his old circle of friends? Just because he agreed with Monique’s opinions and saw her side, it didn’t justify him overlooking Doug being a pushover and enabling his wife, or Paula’s arrogant ways.
“You have my blessing,” she said, and the fact that it mattered so much caused relief and fear in equal measures.