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I take her in my arms, reassuring her. “I’ve already got men on the case. They’ll be going around your place right now, scoping out the car and running the plates. I should have some information for you soon.”
“Thanks so much,” she says, her body relaxing with relief.
I hold her closer. “But for now, we need to have ourselves a little chat.”
CHAPTER 9
Lily
“You will obey me. You’ll follow my rules. And you’ll put your personal safety first from now on.” He reaches out a hand and gently traces a line down my cheek, his touch igniting a fire within me. “Yes, sir?”
“Y-yes, sir,” I answer. My heart races in my chest as his words send shivers down my spine.
“Good girl, baby.” His voice is a low, velvety whisper that calls to some place deep inside me, a place where I’ve been craving someone like this to take charge. “I like control in a relationship. I have to be the one in charge, and yes, at times, that can be demanding. Like making you come in here and obey every single word I say. But other times, it means letting me spoil you, do every single thing for you. Take the very best care of you. And of course… make you come. Hard and often.”
As he continues his lecture about obedience, offering promises of pain and pleasure, his words hang in the air waiting to be fulfilled. I am completely under his spell, willing to do anything he asks of me.
I want him to take control, to dominate me.
But I’m scared. I worry that I’m not worthy of this sexy room, of the things he wants to do to me, with me…
Will I hate it? Love it? Be terrible at it? Make the sound of a dying cat when I want to be a sexy siren?
I feel a surge of desire as he leans in, his lips brushing against mine in a tantalizing tease. His breath is warm against my skin, sending waves of electricity through me. As if sensing my apprehension, he kisses me, long and deep.
With every kiss and every touch, he further awakens the need I have for him to take charge.
He eases my fear, and as that emotion dissipates, it’s replaced by a healthy dose of curiosity.
In this moment, I know that I am completely under his spell. I’m overwhelmed by how much I want him. And how little I know of the sexual things he speaks of.
And I’m clearly out of my depth with him.
I’m so far over my head I’m drowning.
Stopping his kisses, I pull away. “I-I’ve never done anything like this before. The craziest thing that I’ve ever done sexually was on your desk,” I admit.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” he says softly, that gentle hand still placed on my waist.
My eyes roam around the room, taking in the sight of the toys. I feel a mix of curiosity and unease, but also an excitement that I can’t explain. It’s as if he’s allowing me to explore the depths of my desire, while still being the one to hold me back from going over the edge.
He leads me over to a wooden chair in the center of the room. My stomach flutters as I realize what he’s about to do, but also a feeling of safety and trust washes over me like a warm tide.
“Bend over so I can make good on all my promises,” he commands gently but sternly.
Breathless with nerves, I force myself to walk over to the chair, the small act of obedience causing my heart to flutter in my chest. I take a deep breath, feeling a wave of vulnerability crash over me as I submit to his command.
As I bend over, my skirt rides up, revealing the lace at the tops of my stockings, my bare thighs. Heat blooms between my legs, an intoxicating mixture of fear and desire coursing through my veins. My breath hitches as I feel his cool fingers brush against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.
He strokes both inner thighs, sending tingles dancing over my bare flesh. Gripping the hem of my skirt, he slowly walks it up, tugging it from side to side as he exposes more of my skin.
“Spread your legs,” he whispers, and I comply, widening my stance and giving him full access to the most intimate parts of me. I can feel the insistent pounding of my heart beating against my chest, my senses heightened to every word, every touch.
He steps closer, his body heat radiating against my thighs, and I can feel the hardness of him through his trousers. A thrill of desire courses through me as I anticipate what he’ll do next.
He reaches around, unbuttoning the top few buttons of my dress shirt. His wandering hands slip under the collar, cupping my breasts over the thin material of my bra. His fingers brush against my nipples, causing them to harden and ache for his touch. He grasps them gently between his thumbs and index fingers, twisting and pulling lightly. I gasp at the sensation, a mix of pain and pleasure that sends shockwaves of desire coursing through me.
Holding one nipple prisoner between his fingers, he says, “Ask me to punish you.” He gives a punishing squeeze, sending shocking pulses through my breast. “Now.”
