Page 13 of Surprise Bratva Daddy
“Um, no,” I reply, speaking toward my feet.
“Your pussy is shaved,” he notes.
“I… I just prefer it that way.”
“Well, it’s very pretty. You have a beautiful body,” he says, rising from his chair and moving around the desk.
My body stiffens as he approaches me, and goosebumps rise on my arms and legs. The slightest movement of the air against my skin is enough to send waves of prickling arousal throughout my body. If he moves any closer, I might even faint.
“Do you mind if I touch you?” He asks, his voice low and grumbly in his chest.
My breath catches in my throat. I don’t know how to answer him, and I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to say no. I should push him away and run to the bathroom, but I’m frozen to the plush carpet, captured by his intoxicating masculine energy.
It buzzes within me, drowning out my senses with relentless noise.
“So soft,” Zane mutters, placing the back of his hand on my shoulder and running it down my arm.
I stare out ahead of me, at his empty desk and the map of the world behind it, but I can barely see anything. My brain refuses to concentrate on the scene in front of me. I’m drawn to his touch, to the back of his hand, like it’s wrapped around my entire body. One touch, but it has become my entire universe.
“You shaved this morning?” he asks, running his hand down my side.
A chill runs through me, and I nod. “Yes.”
“You’re so soft,” he says, his voice dangerously close to my ear. I can feel the heat of his breath on my sensitive skin, the promise of what could happen if I let him continue.
I pull away before his hand can travel down any further. I know where he’s going, but I can’t let him touch me like that. This isn’t at all appropriate, especially not in light of what has happened. Have I lost my mind?
Not yet, clearly. Pulling away was the right choice, and the responsible thing to do. I turn from him, walking away to the bathroom to get the robe. My dignity is hanging by a thread as it is. I can’t let things go further.
“Your ass is incredible,” he mutters as I walk away.
“Not an ass you’ll ever get,” I reply, but my voice wavers. I want to sound confident, but instead, I sound like I doubt myself.
He chuckles, but doesn’t respond. It’s humiliating that he knows I can’t resist him already. His power is nothing like I’ve ever experienced, and the way his voice makes my toes curl is damn near impossible to ignore.
I feel so small as I wrap his giant cotton robe around my small shoulders. I’m grateful to be protected by such a large cocoon of fabric, but it also reminds me of how powerless I am in Zane’s domain.
The bathroom is luxurious, with a massive marble counter and a giant shower. A bathtub takes up half the room, and I could easily swim laps in it.
The sink has several bottles and cans lined up along the edge, shaving creams and colognes. It's almost like he lives up here in his office, but he mentioned having a house. A mansion. That was what he called it.
I wonder if that's where I'll be going after this.
When I come out of the bathroom, Zane is sitting back at his desk, scribbling on a sheet of paper.
"Come over here," he commands.
I do, reluctantly, and he points at the ground. "Sit."
"Right here?" I ask.
"Yes, right here. In front of me."
I slowly sink to my knees in front of him, not understanding why I'm doing it. He's not forcing me, but I obey anyway, knowing that it's the best thing I can do for myself in this situation.
"Good girl," he says. "You listen well. I'm glad to see that. It's good to know that I can trust you. Now, the only way this is going to work is if you and I can establish some kind of trust. Do you agree?"
"I don't think I have a choice," I reply.
