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“Fine.”
Why does this feel like a business meeting?
“I’d happily agree to take you as my submissive this minute,” he shares. “We’re waiting for you. I want you to have your full wits about you when you agree to my demands.”
“Your demands?” I mock him with a poor attempt at imitating his accent.
“Yes, darling. My demands.” Tristan’s voice is full of condescension. “Teaching you. Training you how to be a good submissive is not something I will take lightly. It’s not something you should either.”
“And if I do? Are you going to punish me with more orgasms again?” I brat.
“That’s the last thing I’d be giving you right now.” He lets out a dark chuckle, and I can practically see the devilish smile spreading across his face. “I don’t like my submissives inebriated. And at the rate you’re continuing to test me this evening, you’d be finding yourself getting a very different correction.”
“Are you going to spank me?” I tease.
“I’m tempted to get in my car to show you. But you won’t like what happens when I get there.”
I can’t help myself. “And why is that tough guy?”
“Because I’m going to tear off your clothes and throw you on the bed”—this doesn’t sound that bad—“and firmly lick over your clit. Sucking you into my mouth, demanding that you come for me.”
Not bad at all.
“The moment you’re on the edge, I’m going to stop.”
Wait…what?
“I’ll bring you to the brink over and over on my tongue, my fingers, and my cock. Not once letting you come as I continue to deny you while I use that tight little cunt of yours until I’m dripping from you. And when I’ve had my fill, I’ll tie those perfectly manicured hands of yours to the bed to prevent you from tending to the needy ache between your legs.” He takes a dramatic pause, allowing me the opportunity to relish in his threat. “Now tell me, are you going to go to bed like a good little girl, or do I need to grab my car keys?”
“Bed,” I gulp, not willing to actually test him.
“Good night, darling.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
TRISTAN
Hanging up, I rest my phone on the stool that sits beside my large soaking tub.
The brief conversation about correcting her has left me with my cock bobbing through the sudsy surface of the water. It doesn’t help that I was already thinking about sinking inside her again.
Because it’s the only fucking thing I think about.
It’s not just her tight cunt, though. Nor the adorable way she bites her bottom lip and lets out a tiny, breathy whimper when I press into her. Her desire to submit—to me—is such a fucking turn-on. And I’d be lying if I tried to deny how much I also enjoy her bratty-ness and knowing how much she’s going to test my creativity with correcting her.
Earning her submission and complete obedience is going to be so much fucking fun…
I’m half tempted to grab my keys, drive across the city, and fuck her until the sun is rising over Central Park. But as much as I want to spend the rest of this night buried inside her, I want the gift she’s about to give me more.
If she agrees to my demands in the morning—which she will—arrangements need to be made for her safety. If it were just one night at the club, the Bratva could’ve deemed her nothing more than a passing fling. They won’t hold that notion long with the amount of time she’ll be spending here or how much she’ll be around me. They’ll know she is important to me, and that will make her a liability. A pawn that they’ll happily use against me.
The ways I’ll ruin and corrupt her by making her mine, I can live with those. I will selfishly put her in harm’s way if it means I can have her. But I’m not a fool. I’ll do everything in my power to protect what’s mine.
I pick my phone up and text Conor.
How fast can you set up surveillance tomorrow?
CONOR
