Chapter Thirty-Six

Ian watched her bend down to him.

“Thank you,” she breathed into his ear.

“You’re so fucking hot.” He moaned and tried to catch her mouth in a kiss. With his hands cuffed behind him, he couldn’t stop her from standing upright.

She smiled down at him as she reached in a drawer and pulled out a towel. After patting her sweaty body, she picked up her judge’s robe.

“But…” he started to say. “I want…”

His lust had grown nearly painful, his need to slide into her warmth consuming him. He would thrust inside her over and over until he brought them both to a roaring climax.

“You do not have permission to speak,” she said, a happy smile on her face.

He watched, flabbergasted, as she proceeded to dress and put away her paddle. Her breathing normal, she appeared ready and willing to head back to court.

She walked up to him and looked down at his raging boner. And grinned.

He narrowed his eyes on her, slithering tentacles of frustration pervading his lust. If she would just release his hands, he’d have her under him in fucking seconds.

His frustration intensified. Had this been simply about revenge, after all? Would she end their odd connection now, before it had even started?

“You look good enough to eat,” she repeated her earlier compliment. “But, sadly, I have court in five minutes.”

He looked up at her, his face still covered with her juices, not quite believing she really planned to leave him unsatisfied. Did she want him to plead?

He would!

“Please, Mistress. I want you. Need you. Please let me make love to you.”

She watched him, her expression bland while she replaced her sexy boots with plain pumps.

Alarm replaced frustration. She wouldn’t leave him here naked and handcuffed…would she? How would he ever get out of such embarrassing mess?

“Okay, whatever. We can pick this up later,” he said. “But you have to release me before you leave.”

“Do I?” she asked, offering him a smirk. “I like the idea of knowing you’re restrained here waiting for me.”

“No. You can’t. I have a meeting this afternoon.” His voice grew strident, loud, and urgent.

She walked behind him, and he grew still, focusing on any sound that would tell him what she was up to. A loud click alerted him that she’d unlocked her chamber door.

Panic gripped him, curling in his stomach and choking him.

“No! You can’t leave me like this!”

But at the last moment she slipped the key into the handcuff, undoing the lock but leaving them around his wrists.

In the seconds it took to fling them off and jump to his feet, she escaped, laughing and dancing out the door. Completely naked, he was effectively trapped in her chambers.

He yanked the door shut and fisted his cock, ready to whack himself a good one. But concern about lingering alone in a high court judge’s chambers made him reverse course. Quickly, he dressed, trying to will away his huge erection so everyone in the Royal Courts wouldn’t get an eyeful. Wiping his face with the towel, he smelled her enticing scent. She’d got even with him in the most imaginative way ever. He grinned and sniffed the towel again.

Then, as he turned to leave, his mobile buzzed. He grabbed it from his pocket, hoping.

Candi: That was just an amuse-bouche. Meet me at the club tonight 20:00 for the main course.

Quickly he typed a reply.

Randy: Abso-bloody-lutely! I’ll be there. DON’T be late.

He put his mobile back in his pocket and patted his briefcase that still contained the small box, forgotten during their wild game. How apropos his gift was now.

He removed it from the box and looked at the small intricately filigreed silver key on a fine chain. He had intended it to be a key to his heart, but now it would be a sexy reminder of other things that keys can lock or unlock. He hung it from her desk lamp where she would be sure to see it when she returned.

Soon he would see her again, and it would be even better than the last time. They were now friends as well as lovers, adding depth to their interactions. But most urgently, he wanted to bury himself deep inside her, make love to her until they both exploded in sublime climax.

Only one question remained. Who would be the domineering hunter and who the submissive prey?

A wicked grin curved his lips. There was only one possible answer. He rapidly typed an addendum.

Randy: Bring your collar.

Smiling to himself as he left her chambers, he muttered, “My turn.”