Page 21 of Wild Pitch
“What size?” Luc asked as he approached a convenience store.
“Regular.”
He detoured quickly, pulling in front of the store and putting the car in park.
“I’ll be right back.”
I watched as he shopped and paid, and when he returned to the car, he placed the bag in the center console. I peeked in the bag. Ohp. Extra large.
“You know, my high school sex-ed teacher said the regular-sized will fit almost everyone. There’s a lot of stretch. He even demonstrated on his forearm.”
Luc lifted his brows and smirked. “We can play with both later; I’ll let you be the judge. But rest assured, you’ll be able to walk tomorrow. These are just more comfortable for me.”
I watched as we drove past my new apartment. A few blocks away, he pulled up in front of a brownstone and parked in a numbered spot for residents.
“We got lucky, the neighbor usually takes all the spots. I’ll bring it to the garage later.”
Luc parked the car and ran around the front to open my door. I did my best not to flash anyone who might be on the street, very much aware of the fact that my panties were still in Luc’s pocket.
“Don’t be shy now, Kylie. I’m going to give you a quick tour of my place, but then I expect you naked and on your knees. Got it?”
He must have seen something in my expression because he paused before unlocking the front door.
“Second thoughts?” he asked. Damn, he was perceptive; he picked up on the slightest change in my mood.
“No, I just had hoped we could kiss first?” I asked, my heart thudding in my chest, with a slight flush of embarrassment.
His eyes softened, and he cupped my cheek in his hands, again drawing my attention to our size difference. His thumb stroked my bottom lip and gently brushed his lips against mine.
“Like this?” he asked—his mouth inches from mine.
“More, please,” I whispered.
He walked backward through the front door, guiding me with him, eyes locked on mine.
“Oh, Kylie, I plan to kiss you,” he said, his lips dancing along my jawline just before he sucked my earlobe into his mouth. My entire body arched into him, seeking his warmth.
“Hmm,” I let out in appreciation of the contact.
“But within the boundaries of what we discussed, I plan to tease you until you’re begging me. Got it?”
“Yes, sir.”
Luc rewarded me with a short kiss, my lips opening as his tongue licked into my mouth. My hand snaked behind his neck seconds before he pulled away, my wrist captured in his firm grip.
“You haven’t earned more…yet. Tour first, then play.”
Oh damn, my nipples, already pebbled, had practically turned to stone. A quick look down at the front of my dress, and yes, it showed.
He smirked again as he watched where my gaze had landed.
“Yes, I can see that, Kylie. And I promise you, I will take care of you tonight. Every ache you have? I will ease it - eventually and multiple times. But first, you need to earn it.”
Holy fuck, Luc owned the entire brownstone. Not just an apartment but the entire three floors, back patio, and roof access. Did baseball coaching pay this much? I didn’t think so.
Once we were on the rooftop, he took me to the end of the balcony and placed my hand on the edge.
“Imagine this,” he said, his wrist locking both my hands in a mock binding, “You, bound, gagged, watching the city as I fuck you.”
