“I…” I can’t think straight with his lips on me. My nipples are tightly budded, begging for his touch, and the growing ache between my legs has me on the edge of madness.
“You are so very beautiful. It would be a shame if I couldn’t bury myself between your legs tonight.”
“I… I shouldn’t have been in Mistress’s room.”
“Bingo. Good girl, but neither of your admissions was an apology. If you want me to punish you, then you’ll get on your knees like a good little sub and say you’re sorry.”
I’m a goddamn feminist. This goes against everything I believe, and yet I find myselfwantingto do it. I’m so wet for Ryder right now, it’s embarrassing.
I lower myself to my knees.
“Legs spread wide. I want you to feel that ache I know is driving you crazy right now.” I do as I’m told, and my level of arousal amps up. It’s a visceral reaction throughout my entire body.
Ryder fists his hand in my hair, shoving my head forward until I’m looking at the floor.
“Eyes on the floor until I tell you otherwise.”
He walks behind my back before running his hands over my shoulders and down my arms, gripping my wrists and tugging. He places my hands behind my head, pushing my breasts out. Leaning in, he whispers in my ear, “This is how you present yourself to me. If I tell you to go into this room and wait for me, you will strip and take this position. Understood?”
“Yes.”
He slaps my breast, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my core. “Yes,Sir. When you are in this room, I am your Master. You will address me with the respect I have earned as a Dominant. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” Holy shit. Every cell in my body is screaming for more of this man, and it’s confusing and arousing.
“Good girl. Now, you may apologize for your earlier transgressions.”
“I’m sorry for not telling you I am an escort, Sir.”
“Youwerean escort. Not anymore. Go on.”
“I will not give up my dream this close to fruition. I will do whatever you want in here, but out there, I’m my own person, Sir.”
“Get dressed.”
My eyes snap up to meet his. “What?”
“I will buy you every fucking time. Unless you are prepared for me being the only person paying for your company…Danielle… this is going nowhere. Get dressed. We’re done here.”
“You’re kidding me right now.”
“No. I will not have a submissive spending time with another man. Job or not.”
“You just told me you love me, and now we’re over?”
“Yes.”
“I’m my own person.”
“I never said you weren’t. I am simply telling you the stipulations of being my submissive. If you’re not ready for that, then there’s nothing more to say.”
I scramble to my feet and grab my clothes. “Fuck you, Ryder! Thanks for making me feel like trash… again!”
“Trash? I fucking want you, Aspen. More than I’ve ever wanted a woman. My previous relationships pale in comparison to you. I think about you every minute of every fucking day. I want to fuck you so bad it’s causing me physical pain right now.”
I drop my clothes. “Then fuck me.”
“I can’t!”
