MisplacedLessons (8 page)

“Her name’s Sarah.” He swallowed heavily, the word leaving a
dirty taste in his mouth.

“You hate her.”

He didn’t bother to deny it. “Yeah. I do.”

“Why?”

He wasn’t going down that road. Ever again, if he could help
it. “She wasn’t a very nice person. She cheated on my dad, then left him and
married an asshole.”

“Harper stayed with you and your dad?”

He shook his head. She should have. His father should have
moved heaven and earth to get custody of Harper. If he
had
…

Andrew shut the thought down before it could form.

“She lived with her mom for almost a year, but it didn’t
work out.”
That’s the understatement of the century.
“That’s when she
came to stay with me and our dad. Then Dad had a heart attack when Harper was
fourteen. I was in my early twenties, out of school and working, so she just
stayed with me.”

“Wow. Sounds like you were her brother, mother and father
rolled into one.”

Andrew picked up Amy’s beer and drained it in one long swig.
Her concerned gaze made him uncomfortable and he was worried she’d keep asking
questions, continue picking at things better left alone.

Thankfully, she let it go. “I’m afraid my family story will
seem boring in comparison. My parents were married until my dad passed away, at
which point, my mum moved to Sydney to be closer to my older sisters and their
families. I was the baby, which means at heart, I’m terribly spoiled and used
to getting my own way.”

Andrew pretended to be shocked. “You? Spoiled?”

She lightly punched his arm and they fell into a
companionable silence. Andrew relaxed, content to merely sit and talk to her.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a conversation with a woman other
than his sister. Mike was right. He’d been stuck in a rut of work and sex club
affairs. He hadn’t realized what he was missing until Amy climbed into his bed.

“So where’s that sightseeing list of yours? I want to know
how much other shit I’m going to have to endure this week.” While Amy had
consulted it regularly, he hadn’t seen it himself.

She reached into the back pocket of her jeans and pulled it
out. “You loved every minute and you know it. But don’t worry. We made progress
today.”

He took it from her and unfolded the sheet of paper. She’d
drawn lines through Skydeck and the aquarium, as well as the Museum of
Contemporary Art. He couldn’t believe how much they’d managed to squeeze into
one day. She still wanted to go to the Navy Pier. The other places on her list
were typical tourist attractions. There were a couple he’d try to talk her out
of because they just weren’t worth the time. Finally his gaze landed on the
last item on the list.

She wanted to go to Velvet Chains.

“No,” he muttered. He should have known he’d find it on the
list. After all, she’d already confessed her interest in going to a sex club
and that Harper had told her about his membership.

“What?” she asked.

“I’ll take you to every single one of these places if you’ll
mark Velvet Chains off your list.”

“Why?”

He knew why, but he wasn’t willing to tell her. “I’m sure
Harper’s built it up as this really cool place, but I don’t think you’d like it
there.”

“Why not?”

“Just mark it off your list.”

She shook her head. “No. I want to go there.”

Shit. This was going to turn into an argument if he didn’t
take a giant step back. He’d simply have to keep her so busy doing other things
that she wouldn’t have time for Velvet Chains.

Of course, that solution would only work until he left town
and she was on her own next week.

“You don’t have to take me there if you don’t want to. I
never intended to have a tour guide for any of this stuff. I’m fine going on my
own.”

Did she really think that would make him feel better? “We’ll
talk about it later.”

Amy looked determined to finish the conversation now.
“Andrew—”

“Stand up.” He’d waited all day to take her. His patience
had officially run out.

Amy glanced around the room and graced him with a
mischievous grin. “Kitchen again?”

The idea of stretching her out over the table once more had
its merits.

“No.” He preferred taking her in the comfort of his own bed,
seeing her displayed, naked on his silk sheets. The sheets were an indulgence,
one that Harper gave him shit for. She’d called him a player when he’d first
brought them home, despite the fact he hadn’t invited a woman back to their
house in years. Amy was the first to sleep between those sheets with him.

Together they stood and Andrew grasped her hand. As they
walked through the foyer, he picked up his single bag of purchases. He’d
insisted on only one stop as they’d toured the city. A sex shop. They’d spent
nearly an hour picking out the bagful of toys.

She laughed when he grabbed the bag and started up the
stairs. “I think it’s going to be a very good night.”

“Strip,” he commanded when they entered his room.

Amy unfastened her jeans, shimmying them off. “What about
you?” she asked, as he watched her without removing any clothing.

“I’ll get there. Eventually. Continue.”

Amy wasted no time removing the rest of her clothes. He
loved her lack of reserve, her seductive poise. Confidence radiated from her.
Andrew had never realized how sexy that trait was.

“Why do you belong to a sex club?”

He sighed. She wasn’t going to let the argument go. “When I
was younger, I discovered I had a taste for BDSM.”

“Let me guess. You’re the Dom.”

Andrew laughed. “Usually. I’ll admit you’ve been giving me a
run for my money.”

“Is that why you won’t take me to Velvet Chains? Because
you’re worried I’ll give away the fact that you’re really a giant teddy bear.”

“Jesus. Is that what you think of me? Looks like I need to
step up my game.”

She ran her hand along the bedspread. “Actually, I like it
when you take control. Doesn’t that make me a submissive?”

He shook his head. “You have submissive qualities, but no, I
don’t think you’ll ever truly be someone’s sub.”

She frowned. “I disagree.”

Whether Amy knew it or not, she was presenting a challenge
he found impossible to resist. “When I ask for something, I expect it to be
done without question or hesitation.”

“Oooh. Yes Sir.” She struck a pose he was sure she meant to
be silly, but it looked far too sexy for his aching libido. No one tested his
ability to go slowly like Amy.

“Amy—”

“I took off my clothes when you asked.”

“Fine. You want a demonstration? Go sit in the middle of the
bed. Place your back against the headboard.”

Her face brightened as she climbed on the bed. He almost
hated to prove she was wrong. She definitely liked the idea of pleasing him. So
long as it pleased her too. She was too headstrong to ever truly submit. In the
past that information would have been a red flag for him. A sign for him to
move on.

Right now, it was more temptation than he could resist.

He walked to the foot of the bed as Amy took the position he
requested. “Open your legs.”

Again, she obeyed.

“Are you wet?”

She nodded. “Bloody oath.”

He narrowed his gaze. “You had it right before. The correct
answer is ‘Yes Sir’.”

Amy hesitated, her face showing how much that little
response bothered her when it wasn’t being spoken in jest. Then she licked her
lips and said, “Yes Sir.”

He fought to restrain his grin. That had rubbed against the
grain.

He forged on, wanting to see how far he could push her.
“Lift your breasts up.”

This time she reacted without a thought. His Aussie wildcat
had no inhibitions about displaying herself to him. Her breasts were firm and
full, the perfect complement to her narrow waist and round hips. The term
“hourglass figure” could have been coined for her.

“Pinch your nipples.”

She complied.

“Harder.”

Her fingers tightened on her own flesh. He crawled along the
middle of the mattress toward her.

Amy’s gaze captured his, never wavering as he hovered over
her on his hands and knees.

“Feed that pretty tit to me.”

She lifted her breast toward his mouth. Andrew sucked it in,
enjoying Amy’s soft sigh. She reached up to touch him, her fingers running
through his hair as she pressed him tighter to her chest.

He released her nipple with a pop. “Leave your hands on your
breasts.”

Her hands lingered. She wanted to be an active participant,
so it was hard for her to let go of the steering wheel. She’d never relinquish
control to him. His gaze held hers, letting her know he wouldn’t touch her
until she obeyed.

She dropped her hands back to her breasts slowly, lifting
them up. He rewarded her with a quick kiss on the cheek. Then he resumed his
place at her nipple, sucking on the tight nub until she groaned.

“God, Andrew. That feels so bloody good.”

He turned his head and administered the same treatment to
the other breast as Amy held it for him. When he was able to force himself
away, he leaned back on his haunches. He reached for the bag of toys he’d
dropped on the edge of the bed, pulling out the nipple clamps he’d bought for
her.

She sucked in a deep breath when he turned back to her,
bending his head and taking her nipple into his mouth. This time he teased the
nub with his teeth as well as his tongue until it was taut. She gasped when he
put the first clamp on, but she didn’t complain and—thank God—didn’t use her
safe word.

He repeated the motions on her other breast, then sat back
to study his work.

Amy’s face was flushed. Her eyes fluttered open, her forehead
crinkling at his departure. “Don’t stop. It feels good.”

He didn’t move. Instead, he let his gaze drift lower. “Open
yourself up. Let me see that sweet pussy.”

She blinked rapidly. He thought for a moment she would
protest his retreat. He raised his eyebrow and, once again, waited her out.

She mumbled something incoherent under her breath and he
tried not to laugh. If he were at the club with one of his subs, the woman
would have been turned over his knee after the first hesitation, but he was
trying to prove a point to Amy about her lack of submissive tendencies. He
wondered which was stronger. Her determination to win their argument or the
part of her that didn’t bend its will to anyone.

“Fine,” she muttered. Her fingers drifted to her pussy. He
watched as she slowly rubbed her clit, obviously intent on taking matters into
her own hands…literally.

“I didn’t tell you to touch your clit. Just to hold yourself
open.” He purposely made his tone deep, demanding.

She bit her lip, no doubt to keep from reading him the riot
act. Then she slowly opened herself to his gaze. She wasn’t offended by his
commands. Her cunt was shiny with juice from her aroused body.

“Now, I need to do a couple things. While you’re waiting for
me to return, I want you to stick two fingers inside all that wet heat and
stroke yourself. Slowly. Don’t touch your clit and don’t come.”

She frowned. “Where are you going?”

“Did I give you permission to speak?”

His question had the desired effect. “Listen, you bloody
arsehole, I’m sitting here in agony because you won’t pull your thumb out and
fuck me. If I want to bitch about that—”

He cut her tirade off with a quick, hard kiss. Then he
grasped her wrist, opened the hand she’d clenched into a fist and pushed two of
her fingers inside her pussy. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

She would have killed him—he saw murder flash in her eyes—if
he hadn’t distracted her by stroking her clit.

He continued to play with her until her hips began gyrating,
seeking more friction. Then he moved away, climbing off the bed.

Amy released a loud groan. “God, I hate you.”

He chuckled. “No, you don’t. Be a good girl, Amy, and I’ll
give you everything you want.”

“Fine. Hurry up.”

It was his turn to take a steadying breath. Sex with her was
a challenge to his control. He admired her spirit, yet he still felt the need
to hold the reins. It was tough to find the middle ground where they’d both be
satisfied.

He reached out and touched the tiny weight attached to one
of the nipple clamps, tugging on it with just enough pressure to produce a bit
of pain. She gasped.

“Behave,” he repeated.

Amy’s pupils dilated, her nostrils flared, and then,
mercifully, she nodded.

Progress.

He carried the rest of his purchases to the bathroom,
removing the wrappings and washing them all. He’d spared no expense because he
knew his time with Amy was limited. They only had a few more nights together
and there was too damn much he wanted to do with her.
To
her.

When he returned to the room, he was relieved to see she
hadn’t moved, hadn’t disobeyed him. Her hand moved slowly inside her pussy.
While her fingers kept the fire stoked, it wasn’t enough to push her over.

He dropped the cleaned toys as well as a new tube of
lubrication on the mattress, then started to disrobe. Amy’s gaze never left his
body as he calmly removed his shirt, his shoes and socks, his pants.

She licked her lips, devouring him with her hungry eyes. Her
passion was contagious. His cock had been rock hard and aching since they’d
returned from the train station. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold
off. All he knew was he needed to take this slow. He’d mentally charted
tonight’s activities after leaving the sex shop. He was determined to see it
through.

Once he was naked, he returned to the bed. Gripping her by
her knees, he pulled until she lay flat on her back.

The sudden movement took her by surprise and her hands flew
up to grip him by his shoulders.