Page 43 of What Alex Wants…He Gets
“Don’t trust me not to push you too far again?”
“Again? But you didn’t—”
He closed his hand over my mouth. “I did say we are done talking. The only word you aren’t forbidden from is your safeword. Do you understand?”
I nodded, swallowing thickly. I kept forgetting that if he asked me to do something I couldn’t handle we had a safeguard in place. It was seriously going to take me a while to adjust.
I remained still as he tied the fabric at the back of my head, effectively cutting off my ability to see anything around me. I then allowed him to help me from the car. God, wouldn’t there be someone on the street or in the lobby who would wonder why he led a blindfolded woman into his building or had he done it so many times no one thought twice about it?
He steered me to a sharp right. “We’ve got to go up the elevator.”
Of course we did. Probably straight to some opulent over the top penthouse. The doors slid shut and my stomach lurched when the elevator car shot skyward.
“When the doors open you will take twelve steps forward and stop. You will then proceed to remove all of your clothing. Do not remove the blindfold.”
Crap. Was I supposed to say something or did that whole forbidden to talk still apply? Then it dawned on me the only two words I could likely get away with in this situation.
“Yes, Sir,” I said, my voice both breathless and shaky.
He kissed my cheek. “I love the way the word Sir rolls off your tongue. I’ll look forward to trying out Master when you’re ready.”
I shivered. Master sounded scary. And a little over the top.
Before I could get too wrapped up in my thoughts, the elevator dinged and the doors opened on a hushed glide. It was go time. Now or never, right? I took two cautious steps forward, making sure I didn’t trip on my way out. Keeping his directions centered in my thoughts, I counted out ten more steps and halted. I strained to hear a sign that Alex still stood next to me and heard nothing.
He could be gone or he could have delivered me to someone else for all I knew.
I gave my head a slight shake. No. He wanted me and he’d understood my concerns. I had no reason to believe he would be anything other than gracious with my safety and well being.
I also knew full well he watched from somewhere close by waiting to see if I would follow his explicit directions.
I would.
Because I wanted nothing more.
I set the box down on the floor next to my feet and removed all of clothing in record time. Only taking enough care to stack them neatly next to where I stood. A subtle sweep of my arms found no furniture nearby. I sure hoped his apartment was how I’d visualized and that the elevator opened directly into his apartment and not an open lobby. I’d had enough with exhibitionism for quite a while.
I needed just one man now.
Theman.
I’d barely straightened to a solid standing position when he grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back, clicking metal fasteners of the cuffs decisively together.
“On your knees, kitten.”
I loved the nickname he had given me the night we met. It was the kind of name that made me feel soft and pliable. Not to mention cared for. I knew it was meant as one more cog in his wheel of control, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t like it.
I had no idea what to expect when he pushed me forward, but I didn’t have to wait long. Moments later I was bent at the waist with my torso pressed into my knees, my forehead touching the thick carpeting.
“Spread your knees a little.” He nudged my legs apart with his foot.
I heard rustling beside me and recognized the sounds of him opening the box and pulling the tissue paper from around the crop.
“You’ve been a handful these last few days…” I flinched at the touch of the leather rose on my ass.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” I whispered around the lump forming in my throat. Already the flesh between my thighs grew wet. Although considering how things had ended up I didn’t exactly regret my behavior. I smiled unseen. In fact, so far they’d far exceeded expectations.
“Uh huh. Why do I think you don’t feel an ounce of remorse over your actions?” He sighed and flicked the rose back and forth across my backside. “You had no problem denying me of your attention, not returning my phone calls or second guessing pretty much everything I’ve said since we met.”
