Safe With Him (31 page)

“Fine,
Oh Great Master
of all things cookable. Your pancakes are superb, five-star, acclaimed, the world’s best pancakes. Aliens will soon invade Earth in the hope of fulfilling their deepest desires of having the pleasure of just one bite of your scrumyumalicious, exquisite mastery of your pancake creations.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “A simple ‘yeah’ would’ve worked.”

He watched as she leaned back in her chair, slouched down, threw one arm over the back, in what he guessed was her ‘badass’ imitation. She did a chin jerk as she deepened her voice, “Yea, dey itee.”

He busted out laughing. She was the sexiest badass he’d ever seen. “Smartass.”

She winked and gave him an air kiss before she jumped up. “I’ll clean up since you cooked.” She grabbed her plate and took it to the sink. “Will the great and powerful cook-connoisseur grant me permission to wipe off his sacred stove?”

Enjoying her, he went to her, grabbed her face in his hands and kissed her hard but quick. “How ‘bout you do what you gotta do to own up on your end of the bet while I clean up?”

“Seriously, Dra, you cooked and yes, it was very good. So it’s only fair that I clean up.”

“Next time you can clean up. This time,” he again ran his eyes up and down her, “I wanna see you strip,” he ended in a husky growl.

“You sure? I don’t mind helping you.”

“Yeah.” His growl was even huskier.

*  *  *

Bree stood in the basement beside one of the steel support beams, eyeing what she had all set up. “This is going to be fun.” She giggled out loud. After Draco had basically kicked her out of the kitchen she took a shower, fixed her hair, and even added makeup. Then she dressed in the sexiest undies and bra she had, added thigh-high stockings and, of course, garter belts. Along with a pair of her five-inch black stilettos. Plus, she
borrowed
one of Draco’s cop shirts, which included all the patches, as well as a few other things. Wrapped up in a robe that she found in his closet—it had to be his as it completely swallowed her—she made her way back upstairs in search of Draco.

Bree found Draco in the kitchen…cooking? She stood there just watching him for a few minutes, unable not to. She hadn’t lied to him when she had told him that watching a man cook was hot, or it could be that Draco cooking was just freakin’ hot.

He must have sensed her standing there because he turned and looked right at her. She could feel his eyes running up and down her body as if he knew exactly what she had on under the robe she wore. He stalked toward her, his eyes darkening with each step he took. That same look she had seen on his face, in his eyes before, only this time she knew what it was, desire. He wanted her…now. She took a step back before he reached her, then another just to be on the safe side. She knew if he touched her now she would give in, give him…her, and that would ruin the
fun
she had planned for him…although…no, no. She had this all planned out.

“When you’re done, meet me downstairs,” she told him before he had a chance to reach her, then turned and practically ran back to the basement door.

She was only in the basement a few minutes before Draco came down the steps. She moved to stand behind one of the extra kitchen chairs that she had brought down earlier and placed facing one of the steel support beams. “Come and sit here.” He walked toward her. “And remember, no touching,” she added quickly when she saw pure lust already in his eyes.

He didn’t say a word as he made his way to her and sat down in the chair. “I can touch you.” She began explaining the rules to him as she rubbed his shoulders gently, then more firmly until she was massaging his shoulders and upper arms. “But, you are not allowed to touch me. I’ve never done this before, but I’ve seen it enough times to know the rules.” She leaned down with her mouth next to his ear. “Can you follow the rules?” She nipped his earlobe, and he growled.

“Bree—”

“First,” she leaned over his shoulder and grabbed the hem of his T-shirt. “This needs to go.” She pulled it up and over his head, thankful that he was being helpful.

“Thought you were the one strippin’,” he complained when all she did was toss his shirt to the side and went back to massaging his shoulders.

“Oh, don’t worry…
babe
, I’m going to give you a show.” Still standing behind him, she untied the robe so it would hang open.

“Bree—”

“Shhh, just relax and enjoy.” She ran her hands down his upper arms again, then back to his shoulders, once, twice, rubbing and massaging as her hands moved back and forth, each time pulling his arms back just a little until on the last downward sweep from his shoulders to his arms, she pulled both arms back to where his hands were behind the back of the chair. She stepped close so his hands could touch her. He started to turn in his chair. “Uh-uh, no turning around. Just feel.” She heard him groan as his hands ran up her stocking covered legs but before he could reach where she knew his hands would go, she bent down and as quick as she could, grabbed the handcuffs and slapped them on his wrist.

At the sound of the click she jumped back out of his reach just as he grunted, “What the fuck?” He jerked at his hands. “Breezie!”

Bree closed the robe back, then walked around to face him.
Oh, he is looking not too happy at the moment
. She smiled at him as she placed her hands on his thighs, putting her face close to his. “Had to make sure you followed the rules.” She licked his lips, slowly running her tongue first over his bottom then top lip. When he moved his head to kiss her, she pulled hers back. “No, no. No touching.”

“Bree, take these off. Now!”

“Now what fun would that be?” She moved to his stereo that she had plugged her phone into and had the song ready to play.

“Damn it, Breezie, gimme the key, now!”

She looked back over her shoulder at him. “Key?” she questioned innocently.

“The fuckin’ key to the cuffs, where the hell is it?”

She shrugged her shoulders as she hit play, then let the robe fall to the floor as Anniela’s
Strip-teaser
started to play.

Draco groaned, “Fuck me,” or at least he thought he did. At the sight of Bree standing there in those sexy as hell fuck me heels, black stockings, and his shirt that fell mid-thigh, he lost his ability to speak, to think. Hell, he didn’t even know if he was breathing. Then, she started to move. First just her hips to the beat of the song, then raising her hands above her head, causing the shirt to rise, and…damn! Was that a garter belt? Before he could tell for sure she dropped her arms, hands going to the buttons. One by one she slowly unbuttoned the shirt as she moved closer and closer to him, all the while her swaying hips, never missing a beat. By the time she had reached him, she had unbuttoned the last button on the shirt. Standing right in front of him, she flashed the shirt open, then quickly closed it. He got just a peek at a black and red bra, but that was all it took. Just that quick flash and he was starting to get hard…or harder. He wanted nothing more than to grab her up in his arms and would have if it wasn’t for the damn hand cuffs.

He jerked on his arms. “Bree, take these damn things off,” he growled, jerking on the cuffs again.

She just turned her back and looked over her shoulder as she slipped the shirt off one shoulder, and grinned. She bared the other shoulder as she gyrated her ass low to the floor then back up again. With each sway of her body, the shirt was lowered down her back. By the time she was standing, still swaying those hips to the beat of the music, the shirt hit the floor, and he didn’t just lose his breath, it was sucked out of his lungs at the sight of her. She swayed in front of him in a black bra that didn’t really cover much of anything; the red lace trim brushed against her nipples as she moved. The matching panties—if you could even call them that—were nothing but red lacy strings attached to a tiny piece of black triangle material. And yeah, fuckin’ garter belts attached to those stockings. She moved closer still until her lower body was just over his lap, but not touching. Her stocking covered legs brushed against his jean covered legs, and he swore he could feel the heat from her through his jeans. Then she shifted and her bottom was in his lap, her pussy grinding into him, her breasts swaying just inches away from him, and he thought he was going to lose it then and there.

He jerked harder on his arms. “Baby, please take these damn things off, I gotta touch you.” He was damn near begging.

She only leaned into him, licked his lips before she moved back off of him, but not before she ground herself against him one last time. She took a couple of steps backward until she was dancing beside one of the steel support beams, then her body was wrapped around it.

His mind flashed back to when he was watching her in dance class at Stripped, and he had thought that was erotic, but fuck, it had nothing on what she was doing now. One leg wrapped high around the pole, the other straight out, the toe of her shoe pointing right at him, her body bent backward as she reached for the clasps of her bra and before he could blink it was sliding down her arms. Her swaying body was damn near upside down with only the one leg still wrapped around the pole holding her up. She did another twist of her body and the leg that was straight wrapped around the pole as she brought herself back up only to once again wrap her body around the pole. Fuck, he wanted to be that pole. He had to be inside her now. Right. Fuckin’. Now!

He jerked even harder on his arms, rocking the chair. “Bree!” he growled, feeling as if he was losing his mind. “Get these fuckin’ things off now!”

She smiled at him as she danced back to him, her hips and breasts swaying to that same beat until she reached him. Placing her hands on his upper thighs, she again leaned into him, bringing her lips close to his, but not quite touching.
Fuck this
, he thought as he quickly closed that space and grabbed her bottom lip between his teeth, then sucked it into his mouth. He heard her moan just before she pulled back yet again, smiled at him and shook her head.

Her hand slid across his thigh to his erection, rubbed slowly across him to his other thigh, then back across again to rest her hand back on his thigh where it was.

He threw his head back, looked up at the ceiling and blew out his breath. “You win, Bree. Fuck, baby, you win.” He looked back at her. “Just please, get these fuckin’ things off.” He jerked at the cuffs.

She took a step back, just one, as her hands slid down his thighs just a little. She looked up at him, grinned a wicked looking grin and slowly shook her head ‘no.’ Her eyes dropped to his lap a second before her hands went to the snap on his jeans, then slowly, oh so fuckin’ slowly, she eased down his zipper. When she finally had his jeans completely unzipped and open as wide as they would open, only then did she speak, but it was only one word.

“Lift.”

He did not hesitate, he lifted his ass from the seat of the chair and…swoosh, she had his jeans and boxer briefs down to his knees and since he didn’t have on shoes, she tore them off his legs and tossed them out of the way.

She had squatted down while removing his clothes so now she was right in front of him as he sat naked, hard as a fuckin’ brick, and handcuffed to a damn chair, and she did…nothing. She wasn’t touching him, just running her eyes from his dick that now stood straight up and throbbing like a bitch, up his chest and to his face. When her eyes met his, that wicked little grin turned a whole helluva lot more wicked.

“Breezie,” he groaned. “You’re gonna’ kill me, baby.” And that grin turned even more impossibly wicked. “Fuck me. I’m gonna have a permanent case of blue balls.”

She slowly rose, swaying her body back and forth, still not touching him but so close he could feel the heat from her skin. When she was standing right in front of him, she spun around on the toe of one shoe, her back to him, ass twitching and she looked back over her shoulder at him as she made her way back to that pole. When she reached it, she spun again so her back was to the pole. She reached up and behind her, grabbed the pole in both hands, as she did a full body wave, then another before she lifted her body, legs spread wide, before one leg dropped back to the floor and she spun on the one foot around the pole once to land on one knee with the other leg spread wide and straight out.

Draco was speechless, breathless, and so fuckin’ hard he couldn’t see straight. Then she crooked her finger at him as if to say, ‘come here,’ with a cocky, smug ass grin on her face.

“Breezie, damn it, this shit’s not fuckin’ funny. Get these damn things off.
Now
!”

Bree laughed. She almost felt sorry for him…almost. She had never in her life even thought about doing something like she was doing now with Draco, but with him she felt, safe. Safe to do anything, be anything, even a stripper or a teaser or—
ha, ha
—both. She seductively moved back to him and knelt down in front of him. She ran her eyes down his chest, to his lap and to his…
oh my, YES!
She spread his legs. Reaching under his chair she grabbed the tube of Juicy Drop Pop, popped the cap, and watched Draco’s eyes go wide. She wrapped her free hand around the length of him, gave a squeeze and heard him groan. With the hand that still held the liquid candy she squeezed the tube and watched as a few drops dripped on just the tip of his head, before she dropped the tube to the floor. She looked up at him and when their eyes met, she touched the tip of him with her tongue, then swirled the candy around with her tongue. She heard Draco give a mixture of both a growl and a groan. And when she slid him in her mouth she heard his intake of breath so quick and so deep she had to ask, “Doing okay?”