He flipped the whip in his hand, reached down and traced the line of my jaw with the handle, then down my neck, then between my breasts.
I masked my disgust with another smile.
"Why don't we test Mr. H's theory, huh?" he said like it was a suggestion.
"As you wish."
He flipped the whip again and slid it between my knees, then used it to nudge them apart. I checked out and shifted to give him what he wanted, heavy boots scraping the carpeted floor. The adrenaline coursing through me was caused by the thought that all this was being recorded right now.
While he cupped my chin with his free hand and forced my head up until our eyes met, I imagined his name in the tabloids. "Get on all four."
It was humiliating, but I did it anyway. I'd expected something like this. Seven had warned me that it wasn't going to be a walk in the park.
Valmont grinned, teeth white and perfect. "Now we're talking." Then he moved back to the chair, sat down, and said, "Crawl." The whip was next to him on the armrest.
I shut off my brain and did what he'd told me to do until I was between his legs.
"Unzip my pants."
I did that too.
"Now sit on my cock, Princess."
Blue balloon is tired.
I stood up and straddled him, ignoring the growing bulge beneath his boxers and thankful for the panties.
He started touching me everywhere, my breasts, my thighs, my back, and my arms. And all I could do at that moment was try not to throw up on him. The footage was good, but not good enough. Sure, men cheated on their wives, especially rich men. But it needed to be scandal-worthy and life-shattering.
"Are you scared yet, Princess?" he asked, licking his lips.
"I will be if that's what you want, Master," I replied automatically.
He bent down and pressed his lips to my collarbone, applying enough pressure to leave a mark.
"You taste like secrets."
Act dumb and desperate for money.
I giggled as I bit the inside of my cheek till I drew my blood.
Valmont tilted his head. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing."
He looked at me, eyes narrowing. Then he slapped me, open palm, across the face.
Not hard enough to bruise, but hard enough to shock.
I blinked, then smiled.
Apparently, he liked that too.
He picked up the whip and ran it down my arm. "Do you know what's going to happen next?"
"No."
There was a moment of absolute silence in the room, then out of nowhere, he pulled me up by my hair.
