My pulse increased. “A collar?”
His hand went straight to my hair, running his fingers over it, making me want to melt, and lay my head on his thigh. “A pink collar for my pretty princess.” His voice was soft and deep, making me lean into his touch as his knuckles brushed over my neck. “Would you wear it for me?”
I hummed, peering up at him and knowing he’d want to hear me say it. I whispered, “Yes, Daddy.”
His dark orbs settled on my face. I licked my lips, wanting to close the distance between us and kiss him. He was a good kisser. I never thought about making out for fun, but with him,it was fun. I could kiss him for hours.
But instead of kissing me, he leaned back on the couch and asked, “Can you remind me what I said to you when we first met?”
Uh oh. He usedthattone.The Daddy tonethat gave me goosebumps and made me scared yet aroused.
I shifted on my knees and remembered that night. “Y-you told me to kneel for?—”
He waved his hand. “Not that.”
I swallowed. His tone was casual, but stern at the same time. I felt like I was in big trouble, and I didn’t know what I had done. It reminded me of a teacher or a professor reprimanding me for not remembering an important detail during a class.
“You told me that you won’t do anything I don’t want,” I said, fumbling with my fingers in my lap and hoping it was the right answer. The anticipation of not knowing made a tingle in the pit of my stomach.
Even though he was stronger than me, taller and richer, I felt safe. I knew he would never touch me without my consent. He had brought me home that night, fed me, let me bake with his expensive equipments, and paid me a lot just to spend time with him.
My exes used to touch me or gaslight me to do things for them, and they never ever bought me dinner.
Sean wasn’t like that. He was a gentleman.
A gentleman who wanted to do dirty things to me.
Tension hung above us and with each passing moment, my nerves amped up with anticipation and curiosity. I couldn’t find the strength to meet his eye. What if he was disappointed by me? I would never be able to look at him—or worse, I’d start crying. But I secretly wished he would lose his control and take me on the soft rug or the couch or bend me over his desk.
“Good answer, pet, but I said something else too,” he said, leaning close.
I frowned, thinking about it—I gasped when he took me in his lap and turned me over. My hands flailed to protect myself, but I was only flipped over his lap with my hair covering my face.
What the hell.
“Do you want me to help you jog your memory, my silly princess?” He crooned, his voice dark as his large hand ran over my back and legs.
I looked over my shoulder to see him eyeing my ass that was half-covered by the dress. My cheeks heated at the position I was in, with my legs lying on the couch and my stomach resting on his lap.
What is he doing?
“I…” I felt breathless, as if I had run a mile.
Sean raised his eyes to me and patted my butt. “I will help you, don’t worry,” he smirked and raised the dress to expose my ass to him. I looked away, cheeks warm as air brushed over my naked skin, making me tremble. “Do you have a safe word, Princess?”
Safe word?
My eyes widened, making me dig my nails into the soft couch. “I-I don’t know,” I told him the truth.
His hand stopped gliding over my skin and I took a sharp breath when he pulled me up. My heartbeat was beating thunderously as I straddled his lap, his arms around me.
Sean’s brows were furrowed. “You don’t know?”
I shook my head, feeling the heat of his body through his silk pants and shirt.
“I’m sorry for assuming you would know about it.” His eyes softened. “Safe-words and safe gestures are something you will use to stop me.”
“Stop you?”Why would I ever want to stop him?
