“Good girl,” he said and brought my glistening wet fingers to his lips. “Let me taste my pussy.”
My eyes widened at his crude words and intently watched his pink tongue as it languidly lapped and sucked at my nimble fingers. I swallowed at the sight and wondered why it felt better than watching porn or reading erotica. Because Sean was an expert at sucking fingers and humming and teasing me until I was squirming in the seat.
Thankfully, he stopped before I started panting and begging to ride him in his luxurious car.
“You’re drooling,” he said, patting my head before getting out of the car. I frowned, wiping my mouth, but found nothing and glowered at him when he opened the door of the passenger seat. He was grinning, and for a moment I forgot how he was rubbing me and sucking my fingers moments ago.
Sean leaned down to fix the hem of my dress and said, “Come on, you look good enough to eat.”
My cheeks flamed. His hand went around my waist and held me close. I was grateful to hold his suit since the high heels made me wobble, and I could smell his clean, musky male scent. It reminded me of comfort and home.
“We just had dinner,” I muttered, feeling nervous and shy. All the guts I had in the car seemed to leave me when he towered over me and looked like a sexy and charming Greek God in a suit. I wondered if I looked at him for too long, would my eyes burn since he seemed to shine bright like the sun?
Sean opened the door to his penthouse and simply said, “I’m craving something delicious.”
He wore the indoor slippers, and I was about to remove my heels, but he stopped me. “Don’t.” He frowned. “I want you to keep them on.”
“But they are hard to walk in,” I said, pouting a little.
“Silly girl.” Sean raised his brow and walked towards me. Even in skyscraper heels, he was taller than me. “Who said you will be walking?”
“What?” I asked, confused. “Do you want me to crawl around your house?” I joked, bending to remove my right heel when he stopped me.
“Yes, Princess.” His deep voice made me glance at him, his tone serious. I held my breath at his piercing gaze. “You’re not removing these heels until I tell you to. Come on, crawl after me.”
I gaped at him when he turned around, removing his suit jacket.
What the hell?
PARTII
“Behave and Daddy will reward you.”
12
SAFE WORD
CHELSEA
Ididn’t know if he was serious or not, despite his tone.
But I didn’t want to disappoint him. I stared hard at the expensive flooring and swallowed.
You can do it. You already crawled for him at the restaurant—his restaurant.
Taking a shaky breath, I lowered onto my knees and bit my lip at the marble flooring.
“After me, Princess.” Sean’s voice rang out from the end of the hallway as if he wasn’t interested in watching me, like he made every woman crawl after him.
Sighing, I followed him, crawling on all fours and hearing my high heels clink after me. I shivered, feeling the end of my dress move against my inner thigh and exposing my sex. The rush of the breeze made me shaky. I didn’t understand why crawling after a rich lawyer who’s twice my age made me get so wet.
Looking up, I found him entering his study. The floor-to-ceiling shelf behind his mahogany desk looked Victorian and intimidating. A hint of old books and his musky, clean scent hovered in the air. I sighed at the feel of a soft Egyptian rug underneath my knees and palms.
“You look pretty like this,” he said, sitting on the couch with his legs spread and a glass of whiskey on the rocks in his hand. He sipped on it, loosening his tie. The action made his biceps bulge underneath the shirt, veins of his arms tensing and making me swallow at the sight.
What the hell was in the food? Because I shouldn’t be so turned on by someone’s arm!
Sean licked his lips, settling the glass on the flat surface of the arm of the couch. His eyes raked over my body when I inched closer. “But you’d look prettier with a collar, don’t you think so?”
