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“No. I’m sorry. There really has been some miscommunication.” I raked my hand through my damp hair, my legs more like noodles than anything else. The way he looked at me was so insanely intense that heat rushed up from the very core of my being, flushing my cheeks. I was embarrassed and aroused, the combination becoming as dangerous as the man.
I backed away, shocked I could move whatsoever given the hypnotic effect of his eyes.
“I don’t think so, my good girl. Now, come here. Do not make me tell you again.”
The way he was beckoning me with a single finger as well as the continued deep rumble of his voice was so out of character, it jerked me from the allure of the man.
I wasn’t certain what I thought I could do by turning and bolting toward the door, especially since I hadn’t thought to grab my purse at the same time. The entire moment was surreal as I felt his massive hand wrapping around my arm, snatching me back to face him as if I weighed nothing. In all my life, I hadn’t experienced such a powerful blow to my system as flames continued licking at my core.
“I can see we’re going to need to do things the hard way.” The man was like the perfect beast, whisking me off my feet in seconds. As he tossed me over his shoulder like a bag of feathers, I was shocked to the point of being unable to move.
Finally, the girl with some resolve and rationality finally surfaced once again and I pummeled my fists against his back.
As if my actions proved to be anything but futile.
“I suggest you stop fighting me or the punishment will match your actions, which means it’ll be something that lingers with you for a very long time.”
Maybe he was just trying to prove a point but when he cracked his huge palm down on my backside, I was jarred into realizing this was real and not a dream.
All I could do was suck in my breath, fighting the embarrassment and shame as it continued to roll through every cell and muscle. Sadly, it wasn’t that he’d mistaken me for being someone else, which was obviously the case. It was from the way he made me feel in his powerful hold.
As if I was a princess wanting nothing more than to surrender to her prince.
I was dizzy, hating yet adoring the way I felt in his strong arms.
He plopped me down in front of his desk seconds later, gripping both sides of my arms as he peered down with a harsher look than before. “I do adore a submissive with as much spunk as you have, but I’m short on patience tonight. I simply need you to comply with my commands as stated in the contract.”
Contract? Oh, God. He truly didn’t recognize me at all. He thought he’d bought me for the night, some sicko contract with an escort service or something. I fought hard not to panic yet having never been in this kind of situation, I didn’t seem capable of responding quickly.
Easton cupped the side of my face, his smile comforting, adding another layer of praise to what he’d said to me before. This shouldn’t feel so natural, his actions so inviting, but I was lured into a dark space where nothing else existed. He casually rubbed the rough pads of his fingers across my skin, nodding as if providing approval.
“Much better. Now, why don’t we get the spanking over with? Hmmm? Can you be my very good girl for a little while longer?” When he snaked his hand to my throat, squeezing with just enough pressure I was reminded this was his house and he was very much in charge, I did what I could to hold back tears.
I’d never wanted a man to dominate me in any way, shape, or form yet every fantasy had entailed unspeakable actions. The dreams had become my private space for the only true adventure I’d allowed myself over the years.
Why was I nodding in affirmation?
“Excellent. Remove your skirt and panties while I find the most suitable implement to use.”
Everything he was saying made it seem like we were both in a vacuum. He kissed my forehead before backing away, allowing me another swooning moment. He had an incredible way of making me feel warm and special, not like a girl he’d hired off the internet for her unscrupulous services.
He gave me another nod of approval and backed away, allowing me space. I licked my dry lips, glancing toward the door.
“There is no method of escape, good girl. I will see to it that you don’t.”
For any other woman on my position, perhaps she would have told him off right then and there, but the draw to the man was simply far too powerful. I was still trembling all over, fighting the division with me of fleeing versus staying but the bad girl side of me won out.
I’d likely never be able to share such dark passion with anyone ever again.
This was sinful and forbidden, about losing all my inhibitions, which was something I’d become certain would never happen. So why not live out a decadent fantasy? I was still frozen for a few seconds, attempting to reconcile my decision.
He tipped his head over his shoulder, shaking it in a disapproving way. “I don’t think you want me to remove your clothes for you. Now, do you, good girl? Why rip to shreds something so lovely?”
The fact he hadn’t bothered to ask my name or provide any proof of who I was screamed volumes about the man and his behavior.
He’d done this before, whatever service he’d contacted his go-to source.
“No,” I said quietly.
