“Clothes off,” he growls. “You’re mine for the weekend, and I’m not going to waste one single goddamn minute.”
Glad we cleared that up.
I have questions and fears and I can’t shut my mind off, but when he meets my frantic hands to help me undress, I come pretty damn close. I want to taste him. I want to feel him. I want to make him moan with pleasure just like he made me.
“They’ll hear us,” I protest, which earns me a surprising smack to the ass. My pulse spikes as heat flares along my skin.
“Stop protesting. I told you you’ll be in trouble if you disobey me.”
“Yes,sir,” I say, leaning into it. I’ve role-played so many times I know what it is I like and what I need to fake. There’s no faking how much I enjoy being overpowered by him.
“You sure?” I press.
The pressure of his hand at my throat makes me freeze. A gentle squeeze, and I’m gasping for breath. My pulse races. Is this it, then? The real Fabien will threaten and hurt me?
But the next second, his lips are at my ear, and he releases me. “Don’t push me, woman,” he growls. The sudden fear and power make a delicious warmth spread throughout my entire body until I’m squirming and eager. Is this how he plays?
“You’re mine, Nicolette. We have a deal, don’t we?”
“Mhm,” I nod as he licks the column of my neck and nips at my collarbone. My pulse gallops in my chest.
“We already covered the fact that I like to be in control. I like to dominate. And when it comes to sex…”
“The kinkier the better?” I supply. “Yeah, I can get behind that.”
“Perfect,” he whispers. “We start right now. I want your hands behind your head like you did before. But this time, you close your eyes. If you open them, I’ll take you straight across my knee then make you watch while I come all over your naked body and leave you panting.”
Well, then, if we didn’t just jump straight in with both feet.
“Yes,” I say, playing right along. “Yes, sir.”
“Will you obey me, then?”
“I will.”
“Good girl. What a very good girl. You deserve to be rewarded richly, Nicolette. And don’t worry about anyone overhearing us. This room is as far away from anyone else as you can get. I chose it on purpose.”
Of course he did.
“Now. Do as I said.”
I’m completely stark naked on his bed. Exhausted and worried and so in my head I can’t shake it. But I want to obey, I want to see what he’ll do to me next. So I lace my fingers behind my head, leaving my body exposed and vulnerable. I feel the weight of him on the bed. His hands on my knees while he draws my legs apart.
“Jesus Christ,” he curses. “You’re fucking gorgeous. Look at you.”
Most men are turned on visually. I love that he likes what he sees.
With my eyes closed, I feel my cheeks heat. I want to open my eyes. I want to see him looking at me hungrily, but I force myself to obey him.He told me exactly what would happen if I didn’t.
I start at the feel of his warm hand on my hip, a gentle stroke that makes me sigh into his touch. I wait to feel him touch my breasts or my ass, but he doesn’t. His touches are sensual and possessive, but nearly chaste. Tucking my hair behind my ear, a kiss to my temple, his hand on the back of my neck.
I’m boneless and panting when I feel the weight of him on me.
“You can open your eyes,” he whispers.
I obey. I watch him as he looks at me as if I’m a masterpiece. I shiver in anticipation.
“I want you to watch me fuck you,” he orders. “Watch me.”
