Page 44 of His Dark Pact

“Definitely.” His voice was husky. “Get back over here.”

She trotted back to him as fast as she could, the mere idea of his attention inspiring her speed. She’d done what he wanted all evening—worn the stupid dress, stripped it to her waist, and eaten the damn duck. It was time for her enjoyment.

“What are you wearing under that?” he growled, tugging at the black hem as soon as she was close enough.

“Just panties, sir.” Which would likely be soaked through with her desire.

“Slide them to your ankles and turn around.”

Her breath hitched as she registered the newest instruction, but she complied, subduing her rational brain. After everything she’d been through, it was about more than her passion or even their combined desire—the need to satisfy the push and pull between them had become vital to her next breath.

She grabbed her ankles, stretching the fabric of her underwear at her ankles, and there she waited for his latest inspection. The touch of his fingers as they nudged past her hem was electrifying. Each graze ignited sparks in her head, the energy whipping straight to her eager clit. By the time he’d grazed his fingers along the curve of her backside and massaged her cheeks, she was ready to implode.

“Please.” She hardly even recognized the raspy voice coming from her. “Please, sir.”

His hand left her ass, and a moment later, it smacked down hard on her upturned behind. “Shhh. I want to explore you.”

Amy’s lips parted at the impact, but while she acknowledged the sting of his palm, the hurt was already diffusing into something hotter, slicker, and more demanding. She gripped her ankles tighter as her knees threatened to buckle at the insatiable need.

“You are fabulous.” Appreciation emanated from his tone as his fingertip skimmed over her labia. “I didn’t know you shaved this gorgeous pussy.”

It wasn’t the kind of thing she told men over dinner in Worthington’s, but she was suddenly glad that she’d already showered.

“I approve, Amy.” His digit caressed her sex until it nudged the edge of her desperate nub. She jolted at the faintest of touches, groaning as his finger withdrew. “I love how needy you are.”

At least one of us does.

“Sir, please.” Hang on, hadn’t she resolved not to plead for his attention, yet less than an hour later, she was exposing herself and begging for just that? His focus, his fingers—anything.

“Okay.” He laughed gently as he eased her upright and turned her to face him.

The world around her swam in various directions as she tried to adjust to the new position, the spicy aroma of his cologne enveloping her as she heaved in air. Dimly, she was aware of him loosening the tie around his neck as he spoke.

“You want my cock, and believe me, I want you, too.” He tightened the silk between his hands. “But first, I want you bound.”

Amy had never been tied before, but eyeing the fabric, she already knew she had little desire to resist. She couldn’t say she trusted him, but one silk tie wasn’t going to tip the balance in their twisted dynamic. Between his damn contract and her pulverizing craving, Kyle still leveraged all the power.

“You have been a good girl this evening.” Smiling, he wandered around her.

A good girl? What was she, three years old?

“And if you continue to please me, I promise you’ll get what you want.”

What she wanted was for him to play with her clit until the crippling tension in her core splintered, then bang her so hard against the fancy table that even Stevens could hear them at it from the garages. She wondered, fleetingly, if that’s what he meant.

“Are you going to please me, Amy?” He was behind her then, stroking the underside of her arms and then grabbing her wrists.

“Yes, sir.”

Hell, she might have agreed to give him both her kidneys if he intended to follow through with his vow and give her what she wanted.

“Good.”

Vaguely, she sensed the silk that had once been at his neck winding around her wrists. It wasn’t until he tugged the material tight, though, that she understood her hands were now properly fettered behind her back.

“Now.” He pulled out his enormous chair and settled on the edge of the seat. Beckoning her forward with one hand, he unfastened his pants and eased his giant cock from its fabric prison.

She licked her lips at the sight of his thick dick, inching reflexively toward it.