Using

the pearls, I pulled her over to the dining room table. My hands on her waist

helped her up on the table where I positioned her on her knees with her back

facing me. The only thing she wore besides the choker was a sexy pair of heels

that I made her put on before we started. The loop of pearls rested in her ass

crack and the heels of the shoes pressed into the curves of her ass. She was

quite simply perfection. I could have stared at her posed like this for hours.

Pulling

on the pearls her head came back, giving me perfect access to her neck. I ran

my tongue along her skin, feeling goose bumps form on the flesh.

“Do

you like being at my mercy?” My voice was low and full of lust. I loved that she

had this effect on me.

“Yes,”

she whispered.

“Touch

yourself, Megan. Rub that clit for me.”

She

immediately obeyed. Her breath hitched when I pinched her nipples hard at the

same time I bit down on the section of skin where her neck and shoulder met.

“Are

you wet?” I continued to roll her nipples between my thumb and forefinger.

“Yes,”

she answered after several long seconds.

“Show

me how wet. Dip your finger inside and then bring it to my lips.”

She

dutifully obeyed, rubbing her slick digit across my bottom lip before I sucked

it into my mouth. Releasing her finger, I instructed her to go back to touching

herself. Grabbing a bottle of lube from my jacket pocket, I poured it down her

ass crack. Her body trembled as my finger teased her puckered hole before

slipping past the ring of muscles. I moved it in and out at a slow pace.

“You’re

beautiful. Do you know that?”

Her

only answer was for her head to fall forward and a ragged breath to leave her

lungs.

“One

day I’m going to fuck you here. You like that idea. I can tell.”

She

nodded, so I picked up the pace and continued talking low to her. “Tell me how

bad you want my cock right now. How bad you want me to fuck you. Make me crazy,

buttercup. Make me want to tear you in two.”

Standing

at the bar, I flagged down the bartender and ordered two beers. Waiting for my

change, I jumped when warm breath danced against the skin of my neck. “Tell

your friend you’re leaving. I want

you naked and lying on your bed in exactly thirty minutes.” The word friend was

said like it tasted bad.

“And

if I say no?” The words came out breathlessly as my body tingled with

anticipation.

“Punishment.”

A full body shiver worked through me. One word, highly effective.

“I

can’t waste my beer,” I argued.

Mack

positioned his hands on either side of my body and leaned into my back, getting

as close as he could to me. My belly pressed into the bar, and I thought he

might kiss me, but after several seconds he plucked a bottle from in front of

me. “Now you have no excuse.” I jumped when he landed a smack on my butt, and

then I was watching his back saunter away with my beer.

Still

reeling from what just happened, I shook my head and followed him to the

backroom. The whole way I argued with myself over whether or not I was going to

do as he said. On the one hand, I really wanted my fix of him. It was one of

the reasons I had come out tonight. Okay, it was actually the reason. On the other hand, I hadn’t seen John in a really long

time, and I didn’t like the idea of Mack making me leave when he wanted me to.

And the threat of punishment wasn’t so much of a deterrent, but rather

compelled me to want to disobey him.

Mack

was lowering himself in a seat next to Kara when I hit the room. My heart

skipped a beat at how good he looked. His tight white t-shirt stretched across

his chest, and his long legs were clad with worn blue jeans. He leaned back in

the chair and stretched his leg out in front of him, crossing them at the

ankle. He looked casual and laidback, but his eyes were avidly watching me with

an attentiveness that until that point I’d only seen him use in the bedroom. It

was enough to convince me to leave.

“Didn’t

you get yourself one?” John asked when I handed him his beer.

“Nah.

Got called into work. I’m off on Sunday if you want to come over for dinner.

I’ll make sauce.”

His

grin was infectious and I found myself smiling even though my insides were

knotted after my conversation with Mack. “I could never pass up your sauce.

I’ll bring a bottle of wine.” John leaned in and kissed my cheek. “I’m glad I

ran into you. I was afraid after all this time away you just didn’t want to see

me anymore.” Even though his tone was joking, I knew he meant the words. After

our history, I couldn’t blame him for being concerned.

“Never,”

I said with conviction. “I really have to go. I’ll see you Sunday.”

“Sunday.”

I

turned on my heel and pushed through the crowd towards the exit. Looking over

my shoulder, my eyes met Mack’s and I swear I felt his gaze straight down to my toes.