“That can be the first topic of conversation, and once we get that squared away, we can move on to a more titillating subject.” I smile impishly, attempting to cut away from the disastrous turn our talk has taken.
“And what subject would that be?”
“Your body.” I gulp down another mouthful of wine as Ellie shakes her head incredulously. I’m sure there are a boatload of other topics I could have picked, but I panicked.
“My body?” she repeats, gazing at me shrewdly.
“Mmm hmm.”
“And what exactly would you do to my body if you had it?”
“So many wonderful things.” I lick my bottom lip.
“Oh really?” She stands seductively and takes a sip of wine like she’s trying to entice me. Which, she is.
“Would you pleasure it?” she asks holding the glass to her chest.
“Yes,” I answer looking up at her with only my eyes.
“How?” She places the wineglass down on the table and inches toward me.
“However you would let me.”
“Would you lick me?” She crosses her ankles all sultry like. I know what she’s doing; I’m not an idiot. I know when I’m being goaded. But at the moment, I just don’t care.
“Yes.” I drink her in—every sexy, dangerous inch of her.
“Suck me?”
“Yes.” I sweep my eyes over her five-foot-four frame.
“Finger me?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck me?” she taunts, coming closer until our bodies are touching.
“Hell, yes.” I look up, breathing heavy. “There isn’t anything I want more.”
“Would you spank me?” Her voice suddenly turns hard. “Would you spank me until I cried? Beat me while I begged you to stop? Chain me to the bed and use me as you saw fit all while you lied to me? Make me think I actually mean something when all I really am is a plaything?” she lashes out.
I freeze. Hold up. She may be pissed, but I’m not going to let her believe things that just aren’t true.
“You were never just a plaything,” I growl, standing up so I tower over her. “You don’t put your life on the line for aplaything.You don’t risk six years of work, an entire household full of people, and your own fucking heart for aplaything.You may be angry with me, Ellie, but I did what I did for a reason, and I would do it again without blinking an eye. Not only because I loved dominating you, but because you are here, standing in front of me, alive and mentally sound.”
Something sparks in her eyes. Hatred maybe?
“Says you!” She picks up a glass of wine and throws it in my face, staining the front of my white shirt red. Then she runs off.
“Ellie!” Goddamn it, I wipe my face with my hand. This is definitely not how I saw dinner going. I start to go after her, determined to toss her over my shoulder and spank some sense into her, but Jett’s words ring in my ears, stopping me from moving.She needs space.
Ughhhh! I punch the table, rattling the entire thing.
Can I just tell you how fucking over space I am.
I RUN BAREFOOT THROUGH THEresort with my emotions in a stir.
“You don’t put your life on the line for a plaything. You don’t risk six years of work, a house full of people, and your own heart for a plaything.”His words echo resoundingly.
