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“Would you torture me, Viktor?” she said seductively.
“Yes, malenkaya but only in the most delicious ways.”
She knew that she and her sisters needed to deal with Toney, but just knowing Viktor was there was a kind of balm to her soul. She needed to discover if her parents had done anything illegal. How could her father have signed that document? How were she and her sisters going to get out of this mess? And how was she going to keep Viktor from seeing just how much trouble they were in?
CHAPTER 16
VIKTOR
Standing with his arms around her, he could feel her tension, and yet there was a sweet surrender to his care that was there as well. Something was bothering her, but she seemed unwilling to share what it was. Viktor waited for her to speak, to open up and talk to him, but when the silence stretched uncomfortably, he decided to take a different approach.
Feeling the residual tension in her body, he realized he didn’t like the distance that seemed to stretch between them, even as she stood in his arms, her body pressed to his.
When had that begun to matter to him? When had Emerson become more important than just as another woman to conquer, another sub to dominate?
“Have you been to the new rooftop restaurant down by the harbor?” he asked.
“No. I’ve heard it’s very expensive and very romantic.”
“Luckily for you, I am very wealthy and believe, as your Dom, that you could use a little more romance in your life,” he said, his voice smooth and inviting.
She looked back over her shoulder, flashing him an impish grin. “And here I thought you were all into sexual dominance. When did romance enter the picture?”
“I’m not sure,” he admitted. “My job as your Dom is to ensure you are taken care of in whatever way you need—sometimes that might be a spanking, perhaps another it is being fucked into oblivion or being edged for hours and hours…”
“Do I get a choice in that?” she asked.
He nipped her earlobe, loving the way she hissed and then sighed. She was so responsive. “No, dushka, that is for me and me alone to decide. Go into the closet and pick out something appropriate for dinner.”
She didn’t say a word, just disengaged from his embrace and went into their room to find something to wear. He poured himself a scotch and waited for her to return. When she emerged, he hid his smile behind the tumbler as he took another sip.
Emerson was wearing a gorgeous off-the-shoulder, designer silk dress featuring a floral and fauna print with a paneled godet hem. The sleeves almost seemed detached and fluttered down her arms, showing them off to perfection. The mini length revealed her shapely legs and invited a man so inclined to check for any panties that shouldn’t be there.
“Come here, Emerson,” he said, setting his glass down.
She looked down as if unsure of how beautiful and sexy she looked, but she came to stand in front of him. “Don’t you like it?”
Viktor stroked her cheek with the back of his index finger. “You look beautiful, malenkaya.” He ran his other hand up the inside of her thigh and stroked her sex. “And such a good girl,” he purred, loving the slight blush that crept up her cheek. She liked being touched and praised. He rather imagined she hadn’t had a lot of that in her life.
“Why don’t I mind it when you do things like that?”
“Not only don’t you mind it, I think you rather enjoy it,” he chuckled, stroking her again, dipping a finger into her wet heat and then bringing a bit of her honey up to his mouth to suck.
Viktor led her down to the car and they headed to one of Charleston’s newest and most exclusive restaurants. Perched on the rooftop of one of the bank buildings, it had a highly respected executive chef. It was elegant and romantic with twinkling fairy lights and a panoramic view of the city skyline and harbor.
They stepped off the elevator and Viktor watched as Emerson took in the surroundings. The soft breeze played with her hair. As they sat at a premium table, the candlelight reflected in her eyes and he took her hand in his, rubbing the back of it with his thumb.
Throughout dinner, Viktor deliberately steered the conversation, giving her several openings to share what was on her mind. He asked about her day, her work, her family, trying not to press, but wanting to get at what was bothering her. Each time, Emerson deftly sidestepped, offering polite, superficial answers that told him nothing of what he truly wanted to know.
Finally, as they shared dessert, he casually asked, “Is everything all right? You seem a bit preoccupied.” He watched her carefully.
It didn’t seem to escape Emerson’s notice, and she laughed softly, shaking her head. “I’m fine, Viktor. Really. Just a lot on my plate, that’s all. Nothing for you to worry about. I just want to focus on you, Master.” She said the last word in a breathy whisper as she rubbed his calf with her foot.
He frowned but didn’t press further. Did she not know he knew when she was trying to distract him? Instead of pressing the point further, he resolved to take another route, one that he knew would strip away her defenses and bring her closer to him, even if she didn’t realize it yet.
In the car ride back to the Carriage House, Viktor was quiet, but kept his hand on her inner thigh, moving up to stroke her naked sex. After exiting the car, he led her to the elevator, but instead of pushing the button for his apartment at the top of the building, he pushed the one that would open the doors into the club itself.
“I’ve had your corsets placed in your cabinet in the submissives’ salon. You may choose whichever corset strikes your fancy.”
