Page 61 of Rubies and Revenge

Her hand, so gentle a second before, scratches harsh enough to rip lace. She hauls me off the bar and throws me over her shoulder as if I’m weightless. I slap her ass, which is directly in front of my eyes, and she reciprocates with her own, far more effective spank.

I bite down on the groan clogging my throat.

She lowers me to the ground, our bodies sliding against each other until my feet touch the ground and my face is staring at her tattooed neck now. Tamayo stands annoyingly unruffled and overdressed, whereas I stand topless in my rumpled skirt, hair frazzled, and panties soaking through. Heat flushes over my chest, up to my ears.

And her face is dangerously stern. “Bored, huh? Show me how it’s done, then.”

“What?”

She runs her hands up my arms to the tops of my shoulders and applies gentle pressure, the signal clear:On your knees.But I wish her grip was back in my hair, pushing me downward with force, not allowing me the choice. And it wouldn’t matter, because I’d want it, too.

Tamayo smirks, her gaze darkening like she can hear my thoughts. Or maybe it’s the defiant tilt of my chin, my narrowed eyes, the telltale signs of refusal before I say a word that makes me so obvious. She steps back, feet meeting her throne-like chair and removing her hands in her own refusal to meet my challenge. “Show me what exciting oral is, princess, and I might make you come after.”

“Might?”

She cocks her head. “Depends if you’re a good girl or a cheeky slut.”

“Can’t I be both?”

“Not when I’m riding your face.”

A visceral shiver runs the length of my body, my nipples tightening and clit pulsing. It’s not even for me, but the image that paints itself across my brain removes all rebellion from my limbs. It’s Tamayo sitting on her veritable throne, legs wide, hands tight in my hair as she uses my tongue to make herself come. It’s my knees and jaw aching, her uncaring as she chases her pleasure. It’s the saliva building at the back of my mouth and trying to spill down my chin.

“Good,” she praises as I lower myself to kneeling before her. Her gaze roves over me, my body red and rumpled, as she removes her belt. She folds it in her hand and drags it over my jaw, my chest, my shoulders. I ignore the way my body shivers with each caress of the leather and focus on the last barrier between us. I unbutton her slacks, pull down the zipper, and slide her pants and briefs down her legs. They drop to her ankles as she lowers herself to sitting, legs wide, and picks upher glass that was abandoned on the side table. As if she’s about to hold a meeting rather than receive head.

She stares at me over the rim. “I’m waiting.”

I trace the flat plane of her stomach, follow the path from her navel to the core of her. Her pussy is pretty folds framed by trimmed, black hair. It looks soft and wet, beckoning my mouth to drink from her. I drag my hands up her legs. Soft hair whispers against my palms.

Tamayo shakes her head. “What did I say before?”

I frown for a moment before I realize—Hands to yourself.“Seriously?”

“Last warning.”

I don’t remove my hands from her knees. “Or what?”

She flicks her belt lightly against my knuckles. “I render them useless.”

Another image of my hands tied behind my back as Tamayo holds me in place, grinding against my face, pops into my head. And it heats me so deliciously, I almost push. I almost walk my fingers up her thighs until she snaps, pins my wrists together and does exactly what she’s promised. Almost. I’ll play good girl this time. Because her previous words leave a loophole.

Hands to yourself.Yes, ma’am, will do.

I settle them on top of my thighs and lean forward, biting and kissing my way from each knee toward the seam of her. She stares down her nose at me, taking sips of her drink as if she’s bored waiting for me to perform. And I should know by now that I can’t force a reaction, yet I still vow to wipe that bored expression off her face.

I dive in.

My tongue is almost as wet as her lips as I gather up as much of her sweetness as I can. I may want Tamayo to devour me, swallow me whole until I’m nothing but an exposed nerve, but fuck, I want to do the same to her. I want to eat her out until she’s a trembling mess and know that I was the cause. That Imade her mask finally slip and shatter. I suck and lick, finding a rhythm that at least has her hips flinching every so often.

But she’s still drinking. Her face is still impassive. She even checks her fucking watch, like this is taking far too long. “This is your best?”

I huff through my nose, hands clenching into fists with the urge to pull her lips apart, to slip a finger inside and stroke her to madness. Instead, I suck her clit into my mouth and flick it with my tongue.

“Don’t hurt yourself, hm.” She sets down her empty drink and reaches forward to brush back my hair. And finally,finally, she wraps it tight in her fist and pulls. The movement detaches me from her, arches my neck at an awkward angle. I breathe heavy, Tamayo’s arousal dripping over my chin.

She offers me a mocking look of pity. “A for effort.”

“Fuck you,” I spit.

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