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When the food is finished, we move into the dining room, the table laden with candles and a decadent spread. Derrick pulls out my chair and sits down, pouring more wine and watching me with those dark eyes.
"How's the steak?"
"Delicious." I take a bite. It melts in my mouth, the meat soft and juicy. "Where did you learn to cook like this?"
"Ah, that's a secret for another day." His mouth quirks up in a smile. "Now, when we're finished here, I have one more room to show you. The master bedroom."
"Oh," I say, taking a gulp of my wine. "And, um, what will we be doing there?"
"I'll be giving you your reward."
"My reward?"
"You were very good today," he says, and a shudder runs through me. "You followed instructions; you didn't ask too many questions."
"I was trying."
Derrick grins, his eyes flashing. "That you were. And for that, I have a treat in mind for you. Do you want to know what it is?"
My cheeks flame at his words and his smile. He's teasing me, and it's making my head spin. "Yes."
He takes another bite of his steak, savoring it, before he gives me a predatory smirk. "Well you'll just have to wait, won't you?"
I groan, and Derrick laughs. It's a genuine laugh, and the sound is warm but rough, as if he doesn't laugh often. I want to hear it more. Every day, even.
We finish the meal, and without even cleaning up, Derrick comes to me and offers me his hand. I take it, and he walks me through the house once more, up the stairs and to the single room we didn't explore earlier—his bedroom.
It's as crisp and new as the rest of the house, and a huge bed with black sheets dominates the center of it. I can see a connected bathroom, and some personal touches that should draw my attention—a book with a bookmark in the middle, a record player with a stack of vinyls—but my entire brain is occupied by the sight of that bed.
And the knowledge that I'm about to be in it. I know this as confidently as I know my name. This is what the entire night has been leading to.
Walking with a deadly grace, Derrick lets go of my hand and moves to the foot of the bed. "Come here, angel," he says, and gestures to it. My mouth goes dry at the sight of him, his long, muscled legs, the way he's looking at me as if I'm the best thing he's seen all day. "On your knees."
I can't help it. My body obeys his command, and I stand, moving towards him.
Settling on the bed, I expect Derrick to climb in with me. Instead, he moves forward, close enough that I have to part my legs to accommodate him. I'm in front of him, and his dark eyes are liquid as he stares down at me. He's not even a little bit nervous, and the fact that he's so calm, so utterly in control makes me crazy.
"On your knees, Alina."
I obey, rising up so our heights are more even, my knees sinking into the soft mattress. Warmth crawls through me when his thumb traces over my parted lips.
"That's perfect, Alina," he says, and a bolt of lust hits me. His praise does something to me, and I swallow, leaning forward.
"Like this?"
"Yes. Just like that. Now, are you going to be a good girl and do exactly what I tell you to?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
Oh. Even through the haze of lust, I know what he wants, almost instinctively. "Yes, Daddy."
"Then, you're going to open that dress, and let me see those beautiful tits."
His crude language makes me shiver, and I reach down, trembling, and pull the dress down. My breasts are exposed, and I suck in a gasp when Derrick's fingers graze over the top of them, tracing over the soft skin.
"You're beautiful, Alina," he says, and there's a note of awe in his voice that makes my heart flutter. "Absolutely breathtaking."
