...“Do you know of the defected ambassador?” He curled his digit around her clit and pressed another inward.

“With all due respect, Guy, if you’re going to discuss politics, I’d suggest you stop digging your fingers inside me. I’m apt to lose my head, negating any possibility for intelligent conversation.”

He fingered a tendril at her temple, and judging by the sudden widening of his masked eyes, he’d discovered the hair was synthetic. With a fast tug, he stripped her of her wig, simultaneously jutting another finger up her channel. “I thought all Carman descendants were blonde.”

“So did I.” She bit back her smile, thankful again for her dark locks, so uncharacteristic of Carman lineage. “Now, are you going to fuck me or interrogate me?”

A slow smile spread over his face as he withdrew from the now-dripping channel between her legs. One by one, he sucked his moistened fingers. “Don’t you worry your regal head. I plan to be thorough with you, m’lady. Very thorough. And I’m equipped to be just that.”

“I should hope you keep your promises.”

“Keep your eyes here.” With two fingers in a V, he pointed to his eyes.

From his trousers, he pulled a black handkerchief.

“What are you going to do with that?” Her gaze flickered up to engage his glance.

“Blindfold you. And I don’t remember giving you permission to look away.”

What nerve. “I’m sorry—”

“You should be, you naughty girl.”

“But I don’t remember introducing myself as a bottom. I’ve forgiven your cuffing me, as you deserved a reward for the delicious tonguing you gave me, but if you wish to blindfold me, you ought to ask permission.”

He took a step closer. His erect parts probed at her slit.

“I ache for you,” she whispered. “But only good boys get their candy.” She raised a foot to his waistband and, tucking a toe into it, shoved down his pants an inch or two.

One hard tip rubbed against her engorged clitoris. “You’re hardly in a position to stop me from stealing it.”

“I believe in positive reinforcement.” The corners of her mouth turned upward, even as she attempted to remain stone-faced. “You’ll be better served if you play by my rules. Take off your pants.”

With a hesitant breath, he shook his head. “Not yet.”

“I refuse to stand here vulnerable, whilst you call all the shots.”

He raised a brow.

“Ask my permission!”

“M’lady, may I blindfold you?”

With a deep inhalation, she arched to present her bare breasts. “What kind of an inquiry is that? On your knees, you fool.”

Instantly, he dropped to the floor. “M’lady.”

She nudged her pelvis toward his mouth, both thankful for and cursing the extra pink tablet she’d ingested. Her cunt pulsed with need. “Kiss me there. Now.”

“M’lady.” Without a moment to waste, he licked up her bare folds. “Might I be so bold as to require your wearing a blindfold?”

“Tie it tightly.” Her hips bucked upward again. “If I’m going to do this, I won’t do it halfway.”

After a languid kiss during which the brad in his tongue threatened to enter her, he rose to his feet. “That’s good, m’lady. Neither will I.” Her musky scent carried on his breath. A sinister grin preceded his lowering the material to her eyes. In the moment before he cinched it, the creak of the door sounded and a bar of light passed over the blindfold.