Page 96 of Bratva Menace

My hands went up in a show of surrender, the smirk on my face mirroring hers. She disappeared into another room and returned a moment later, hands behind her back. Lyla was still in the white robe, but now there were a pair of sexy-as-fuck, black stiletto shoes with red bottoms on her feet.

My head tilted to the side. “What do you have there?”

She didn’t answer. “On your feet.”

Hell fucking yeah. I got up immediately. She did a little maneuvering, and then her hand appeared in front of her, empty. Lyla crooked a finger, urging me to come closer.

Curiosity streaked through me. I was powerless to do anything except whatever she wanted. Sexual tension skyrocketed between us, hot and utterly undeniable. When I stopped in front of her, she finally pulled out what it was behind her back.

Excitement surged in my body.

It was a collar and a leash.

Goddamn.

“On your knees before your Huntress, baby.”

I dropped, zero hesitation in my movements. Lyla’s face lit up in a pleased, warm smile, and I knew right in that moment I would do anything to please her. That I wanted to please her. Have her own me. Command me.

She leaned forward and gave me a soft, tender kiss on the lips. I downright melted at the feel of her lips on mine. “Safe word, baby?”

“Do I actually need one?” Earlier, I had joked about what my safeword was, but it was more of a flyaway comment, not something I was actually being serious about.

“Yes. When exploring the things we’re about to explore, you always need a safe word. It helps to make you feel comfortable and reassures you that even though I’m controlling the scene, you are the one who holds all the power.”

My eyes lit up. “What kind of scene are we going to do?”

She shook her head, lips kicked up into an amused smile. “Nothing too crazy. I just wanna play with you for a bit.”

“Play with me?” I breathed out, my whole body shivering.

“Mm-hmm.” She trailed a finger across my jaw and down my chin. “Are you okay with that, baby?”

She didn’t even need to ask. “Fuck yeah, I am.”

“Good.” Her touch turned from soft and sweet to rough and hard, clasping my chin in a punishing grip. “Because I’m going to ring every ounce of pleasure I can out of your body. Now, pick a safe word.”

The one I said earlier seemed like the best option. “Banana Hammock.”

She nodded, standing tall once more. “You ever done anything like this before?”

“No.”

Her hand caressed down the side of my face, and I leaned into it, overcome with an emotion I couldn’t figure out. “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you. If there’s anything you don’t like or don’t want to do, just tell me.”

“I will.” I probably wouldn’t. I was keen for anything. Anything. The crazier and more fucked up, the better.

Her eyes narrowed. It was like she could sense my goddamn thoughts because she bent at the waist until she was level with my gaze. “I’m serious. Follow the rules, or we don’t play.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll tell you,” I promised.

Satisfied, Lyla nodded. She straightened her spine and held the collar up between us so I could clearly see it. “This one is a little different from the other one you wore.”

“You mean it isn’t filled with powerful sedatives?” I smirked, allowing a hint of mischievousness to streak across my face. “What a shame.”

Lyla chuckled. “This one’s got something better.” She twisted it to show me the back. Stitched into the black leather was the word OWNED. “Do you want to be owned, baby?”

My stomach did a dive, excitement barreling through me. “Yes.”