I have her exactly where I want her. She watches me move around the room with wide, frightened eyes. As much as I want to dive in right now, to take her inch by inch—to draw moan after moan from her full lips until her throat is sore from calling my name. . . As much as I want all of that, I’m not going to rush this. No fucking way. I’m taking my time with this little waitress.

“You have a son,” she says quietly. “How can you do something like this?”

I grin. “Something like what? Fuck a beautiful woman? How do you think my son came to be. Miraculous conception?” It’s not the real truth, because I adopted Pierson when my sister went off the rails and gave him up, but I can’t resist giving her a hard time.

She glares. “You know what I mean.”

“I do. But you also know the answer. You can feel it too. From the moment you walked in that room, you knew something was pulling us together. Might as well be gravity. Try and try all you want, but gravity wins in the end, baby. It’s always going to pull you right back to the fucking center, and you came back to me all on your own because you knew that, didn’t you? You knew you were going to be my little slut and you were going to love every second of it?”

She purses her lips, chest heaving and eyes burning into me but she still says nothing.

I move closer to her and reach for the top button of her blouse. I watch her eyes as I do, flicking open the button and waiting for something—some sign of protest or resistance, but she only looks down at my fingers with eyes full of barely concealed lust.

“Strange, isn’t it?” I ask.

She flinches. “W-what?” she asks.

“How you can want to slap me and fuck me at the same time,” I say.

She shakes her head in disbelief. “I think I’m leaning a lot more toward the slapping part right now, but you already tied up my hands.”

“We could start there. Wherever you like,” I say.

“I want you to let me go,” she says slowly.

I raise an eyebrow. Didn’t expect that. Then again, I guess I was pushing her buttons pretty hard. Maybe too hard. I reach for the shredded fabric holding her wrists to the bedposts, moving slowly enough to give her time to change her mind, but she only waits. I want to laugh at myself but I’m too annoyed to do anything except frown as I untie her slender wrists.

I had her exactly where I wanted her and I couldn’t stop from toying with her before I fucked her. I got greedy. When I free her second hand, she immediately reaches out and slaps me across the face, snapping my head to the side and leaving a burning spot on my cheek.

“You sure you don’t want to try to run after that?” I ask when she waits, standing in front of the bed, arm still held across her body from the slap. “Because if you stay it’s going to be rough.”

“I said I wanted you to let me go, not that I was going to go.”

A deep chuckle escapes me. “You asked me to let you go just so you could fucking slap me?”

“You don’t think you deserved it?” she asks.

“You want to talk about deserve?” I ask, voice growing dark as I put my fingertips to her chest and sit her back down on the bed with a small shove. “You want to know what you deserve?”

“Tell me,” she says defiantly.

“You deserve to have that mouth gagged before it gets you in any more trouble.”

She pulls her legs up and climbs away from me on the bed, but the look in her eyes is almost inviting.

Goddamn. This woman is the bravest fucking tease on the planet. Anyone else would be running by now. I just can’t decide if it’s how bad she wants my cock that’s keeping her here or if she’s really just that defiant. Maybe it’s a combination of the two. Honestly, either possibility has me hard as a rock and on the edge of my restraint.

I grab her ankle before she can slip away and pull her back toward me, reaching for the waistband of her pants with my other hand and unbuttoning them. She kicks against me and tries to retreat toward the temporary safety of the headboard, but from where I’m standing at the edge of the bed she’s literally powerless to escape. I pull her pants down in a swift motion, taking her panties down far enough as I do that I can see the crease where her legs meet the smooth triangle of skin leading to her pussy.

From the looks of it, she’s shaved and absolutely smooth, as if she was expecting something like this to happen. Not as innocent as you look, are you, waitress?

The thought of her shaving her pussy before she came to this party has my dick throbbing, that this innocent little woman was preparing herself for the possibility of fucking even when everyone here is probably a stranger to her. Naughty, naughty.

Her panties are pink with a black hem, and there’s already a wet patch just below the place where the fabric is caught in the crease of her pussy. I pin her down with one hand on her hips and the other over her knees so I can bring my mouth to her mound and run the flat of my tongue along her panties and taste her sweetness. “So fucking good,” I growl.

She shakes at my touch, fingertips digging into the comforter. She resumes struggling against me, but with much less enthusiasm now. I try to pull her panties down entirely but she clamps her thighs together.

“Want to be difficult, do you?” I ask. I grip the waistband of her panties and yank, snapping the material and ripping them away from her body. She opens her mouth in a silent gasp of surprise.

I pry her legs open and pause in front of her mound. As much as I know she wants this, I decide I have to be sure. I can’t let this go all the way just trusting my instincts. “From this point forward, only two words have any real power. Say ‘yellow’, and I’ll know you’re nearly at your limit. Say ‘red’ and I’ll stop completely. Tell me you understand.”

“I understand,” she says. She presses her head back into the comforter. I think she’s going to stop struggling now and let me have what I want, but she has the nerve to try to get away again.

She flips over and tries to reach for the edge of the bed to pull herself free. Guess I should’ve kept her tied up, but then again, I enjoy her attempts at resistance. I grin, because the view of her ass couldn’t be more perfect. I catch her by the hips and pull her back toward me so she’s on her knees now. When I bury my face in her pussy from behind, she freezes immediately, sucking in a heavy breath of air.

“Oh,” she says quietly.

I devour her, relishing in the sweetness of her pussy--the taste of her and the power of commanding every ounce of her attention on a single point of her body. I know she’s laser focused on every movement and flick of my tongue, on the way I use the flat of it to take in every inch of her pussy before spearing it inside her and swirling while I work her clit with my fingers. I take my time with her, bringing her to the edge until she thinks she’s about to cum and then letting her slide back down again, knowing every tease is only going to make the inevitable explosion that much more intense.

Just as I’ve nearly made her cum for the fifth time, I pull away suddenly. I leave her sprawled on the bed on her knees with her legs spread so I can see her beautifully wet pussy just waiting to be fucked.

“Still want me to let you go?” I ask tauntingly.

“Maybe I should,” she says softly, almost like she’s ashamed. She rolls to her back again, crossing her legs and arms to cover herself as she watches me.

I grin. “I was hoping you’d give me an excuse to tie that pretty ass up again.”

She moves to scoot away from me but I lunge for her. I catch her by the waist just before she gets off the bed and pull her back towards me. She flips over in my grasp and ends up straddling me while she’s bottomless and I’m topless.

“Looks like I should’ve started with my pants,” I say, looking down at the way my cock bulges from my pants right against her pussy. “Would this be a bad time to ask your name?” I ask.

She surprises me by laughing and flashing a smile, which is a rare sight even in the little time I’ve known her. “I’m Kelsey.”

“Well, Kelsey. I hope the dress code isn’t too strict with your boss, because I can’t take this any longer.”

She frowns and looks confused but doesn’t have time to react before I grip the inside of her button-down shirt and rip it open. A few buttons spiral through the air and land soundlessly on the carpet beside the bed.

“Fuck,” I growl, gripping her tits, which are bulging from her too-small white bra.

“Can I take this one off myself?” she asks with an amused grin. “Since you apparently don’t understand how things like buttons and zippers work. Bra’s are expensive,” she adds with a shrug.

I make an impatient sound and motion for her to get on with it, which she hurries to do. Her nipples are already hard for me when she slips the bra off, and I can’t help scooping a handful of her soft tits in my hands to take her nipple between my lips where I tease the hard nub with my tongue.

She arches her back into me, breathing out a sigh of pleasure.

I surprise her by kicking my legs over the edge of the bed and getting out from under her to stand. I collect the fabric from my torn shirt and motion for her to put her hands over her head, which she does after a short, startled pause. I bind her wrists together and then secure the fabric to the top of the headboard, forcing her to pose for me on her knees with her ass and chest thrust forward. I take my time admiring the sight of her naked, from the heavy teardrop shape of her full tits to the round perfection of her ass. She’s amazing, and I want nothing more than to bury my cock as deeply inside her as I can. Except I guess that’s not entirely true, because there’s one thing I do want more. A little more. I want to make her beg for it first, and I want to punish her for the way she has behaved.