Between sharing ideas and throwing theories around, they’d spent most of the time just talking and laughing with each other. She got to see a side of Tony that she’d never experienced before. Instead of feeling like she was conducting an interview with a stranger, Bianca felt like she was chatting with a friend.
Bianca felt Tony’s gaze on her as she began to pack up her things.
“No problem,” he finally said. “Although I don’t know how much help I’ve been. It seems to me you know plenty already.”
“Well, I still appreciate your help. I’m sure you had better things to do on your Saturday night than spend your time with me.”
“Trust me, Bianca, spending my evening with you was no hardship.” There was that look again, the one that made Bianca want to clench her thighs tightly shut and fan herself.
Before she could think of a response, she heard the distant ringing of a phone. Tony didn’t move and for a moment, Bianca thought he was just going to ignore it. His gaze remained on her. The look on his face left little doubt about what he was thinking.
Finally, he stood. “Excuse me for a second.” Once Tony was out of the room, Bianca closed her eyes and leaned her head against the back of the chaise.
Thank God for interruptions
. That was definitely her cue to leave. At some point while they'd been talking, they’d moved from a bottle of water to a glass of wine. Tony even managed to find some pretty impressive finger food for them to eat. Hell, she’d even taken her boots off and curled up on his chaise.
Yep, Bianca was enjoying herself just a little bit too much. She knew it was because of the company as much as the conversation.
She’d sat there for as long as she could and had tried to pretend that she wasn’t moved by the sight of Tony sitting across from her, that huge mound between his legs still captivatingly, temptingly, seductively obvious in spite of the loose clothes he wore.
Of all the men Bianca had ever known, none had the ability to affect her as deeply as Tony did. Everything about him -- from the way he looked to the way he smelled -- was intoxicating. Just the sight of him made her heart race, her legs weak, and her panties wet. It took all of her self-control not to rub against him like a cat in heat whenever she was around him.
Every time Bianca looked at him, she got lost in his deep brown eyes, her mouth watered at the sight of his smooth, cocoa-colored skin, and she hungered for a taste of the only man she’d ever known who looked good enough to eat…and lick…and suck.
Bianca sat up straight and grasped her laptop bag. She needed to leave and put some space between them before she lost what little control she still had and gave in to the urge to drop to her knees, crawl across the floor, and remove those sweatpants with her teeth.
The faint sound of Tony’s voice drifted down the hall. It was time to make her escape, while he was busy. She stood up and sat her bag on Tony’s desk while she put her boots on. Zipping the last boot, she reached for her bag and inadvertently bumped his computer. Suddenly, the screen saver disappeared, and what it revealed left Bianca speechless.
Bianca stood there trying to comprehend the image she was seeing. The woman, her torso, wrists, and ankles firmly bound by rope, was suspended upside down as a man struck her with a whip. The image managed to capture the exact moment when the whip made contact with her ass, as well as her reaction to it.
It was the woman’s face that paralyzed Bianca. Despite the pain the lash was certain to have caused, an indescribable pleasure filled her face, a look so intense that Bianca could almost feel it herself.
Bianca’s heart started to race, her hands began to shake, and she knew that she needed to walk away, forget that she’d ever seen any of this. But her legs refused to move, her eyes refused to look away.
Despite her efforts, her hand reached out, grasped the computer mouse, and slowly scrolled down the screen. And Bianca could feel herself getting more aroused, more excited with each new image that appeared on the screen.
“Do you see something you like?”
The sound of Tony’s low, rumbling voice made Bianca jump, and she spun around to face him. He was standing in the doorway watching her, his expression filled with so much heat, it was practically blistering.
“I’m sorry. I…I didn’t mean to look through your things.” Her voice sounded breathless, even to her own ears, and she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs.
Tony shrugged, as if unconcerned. “They’re amazing to look at.” He never blinked; his eyes never wavered, never looked away from her face. Tony started to move in her direction, and Bianca’s heart beat harder in her chest with every step he took closer to her. He continued to approach her until her breasts pressed against his chest.
Bianca was vaguely aware of him removing her bag from her shoulder and sitting it down on the floor before placing his large hands on either side of her, trapping her between him and the desk. She gripped the desk for dear life, terrified that if she let go, she would rip off his clothes.
“You still didn’t answer my question.” His voice was like gravel, his eyes like hot coal as he stared down at her. “Do you see something you like?”
“I’m not into that.” Her words sounded thin to her own ears.
Tony leaned toward her until his mouth was next to her ear. “I see,” he rasped. “So, I take it you’ve tried it before.”
“I…no,” she finally managed.
Tony’s husky laugh filled her ear. “Then how do you know you won’t like it?” His tongue traced along the inside of her ear canal.
Bianca’s eyes rolled back, and she bit her lip to hold in her moan. “I’m not a submissive. I’m not weak.” She wasn’t sure who she wanted to convince of that more; Tony or herself.
“Ahh.” He pulled back and looked down into her face. “Is that what you believe being a submissive is?”
“Isn’t it?” she countered with as much bravado as she could muster.
“Oh, baby,” he purred, and the sound made Bianca tremble. “You have no idea.” His mouth came down on hers, and Bianca went completely numb for one breathless moment as the feel of Tony’s lips against hers shocked her all the way to her toes.
His mouth suddenly disappeared, and Bianca’s eyes fluttered open to see his lips hovering just above hers.
“You know I want you, Bianca.” He stared down at her, his expression a mixture of hunger and heat. “And I know you feel the same way. We’ve been tiptoeing around our attraction for each other long enough. I think it’s time we did something about it. I can see how much those images excite you; I can tell how badly you want to experience what she’s experiencing, feel what she’s feeling.”
“That’s not --”
Tony’s mouth silenced her, his kiss drowning out her protests. He pulled back slowly, and Bianca looked into his lust-filled gaze.
Oh, God, how did he expect for her to think clearly when he kept looking at her like that, when those amazing lips kept stealing her breath away, when his hard body -- and even harder cock -- kept brushing against her and driving her out of her mind?
“Tony.” She made one more feeble attempt to dissuade him. “I really don’t think…”
“Shh.” His lips found hers again. “Stop thinking so much. Spend the rest of the weekend with me. Let me show you what true submission is like, how good it can be…how good it can feel. And, if you decide that you don’t like it, or it’s not for you, it’ll never happen again, and we’ll still be friends.”
“And…if I do like it?” Bianca managed to whisper.
The look on Tony’s face was pure sin. “Then I’ll show you things you’ve never dreamed.” Tony nuzzled his lips up her neck. “Make you do things you’ve never imagined.” He kissed along her jawline. “And you’d love every minute of it.”