Chapter Fifteen
Alexander tugged at his bowtie,loosening the knot and then winding the silk around his fingers. Elizabeth tracked his movements, remembering the silk and hemp rope he’d wound around her wrists the last time they’dplayed.
He’d been quiet, though he’d kept her tucked against him the entire ride. Did he think she’d run away? Or could he sense her nerves? As the limo hit a pothole, Elizabeth couldn’t stifle her grunt of surprise. The noise seemed to snap Alexander out of his thoughts, and he brushed a curl away from hercheek.
“Are you allright?”
“I’m nervous.” Desperate for a distraction, Elizabeth slid the thin strip of silk from his fingers and let the soft material trail over herpalm.
A possessive sound rumbled in Alexander’s chest. “Give me yourhands.”
His voice sent warmth pooling in her belly. No longer the concerned boyfriend, his stare, his tone, and even the set of his shoulders said they were now about toplay.
The silk strip wound around her wrists, and his deft fingers secured the knot as she trembled. She hadn’t paused a breath before obeying him, and as he guided her bound hands over his head, she stared up at him, waiting for his nextcommand.
“You are mine tonight, Elizabeth. From now on, you will give me audible responses. What is yoursafeword?”
“Red.”
“Very good. Do you willingly put yourself in my hands? He stroked her sides, lightly digging his fingers into herhips.
“Y-yes,” she stammered. The thin scrap of silk under her dress was already wet. He lifted her into his lap, and the bulge of his erection pressed againsther.
A predatory smile quirked his lips. “I want you out of thatdress.”
Elizabeth flushed. Not here. Not in the limo where she’d have to exit the car. “Alexander.”
“You have a cloak.” He reached around her, finding the tiny catch under her left arm. He flicked it open, slid down the zipper, and rolled the dress down to her waist. Her cloak fell open. “Shite. You look…exquisite.”
Under her dress, Elizabeth wore a fitted golden corset. It pushed her breasts up to form soft pillows, tapered at her waist, and ended below her belly. Alexander’s gaze roved hungrily over her body. He laid her down on the seat, guiding her hands to the grip bar on the far door. “Don’t letgo.”
The dress shimmied down her hips, then landed on the seat across from her. Under the corset, gold silk barely covered her mound. Alexander ran his hands up her thighs. Velvet and heat and an itch she couldn’t scratch. His fingers danced under the silk at her hips, and she quaked withdesire.
“Alexander,” shegasped.
“Yes,chérie? You want something?” He teased her inner thighs with tickling kisses. His hands on her spread knees kept her from writhing completely off the limo’sseat.
“Touch me,please.”
“Oh, but Elizabeth, you know that you are mine tonight. Mine to do with as I wish. Are you certain you want me to touchyou?”
“Yes, please!” Two minutes and she’d already reached the point of begging. His teeth scraped up her inner thigh, and she cried out and shoved her hips towards hisface.
“Hold still,” he commanded. “You will not move, Elizabeth. Do youunderstand?”
“Uh-huh, God.Please.”
Alexander grabbed the silk panties and yanked them aside. Two fingers plunged deep into her drenched channel, and Elizabeth screamed. Her hips bucked and caught Alexander in the chin. He withdrew his fingers and growled at her. “That is one,Elizabeth.”
So far gone, she didn’t respond to his words until he cupped her chin and urged her to meet his gaze. “Did you hearme?”
“N-no.”
“That was one. One time you disobeyed me. Each time, I will count. If you reach ten, you will be punished. Do you understandme?”
Elizabeth struggled to sit up, but Alexander pressed his hands to her shoulders. “I told you not to move. Now answer me. Do youunderstand?”
“Um,yes.”
