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grin and shifts his gaze across the room to indicate what might be behind Curtain Number One. “I would love nothing more than to see you display an act of defiance,” he whispers over my lips seductively. “Do you like to be punished for being a bad girl, Princess?” A wildfire of goose bumps erupts out over my skin, and I’m so damn scared I can’t see straight. Oh, hell, he’s into some kinky shit, I groan to myself. “Do you have any idea what that does for a man like me?” he asks.
He eyes me with pure, unadulterated lust, leaving no question about his unabashed fetish. Now that the cat is out of the bag, he gets even bolder. His fingers quit grazing over the side of my face to tangle his fingers into my hair, caressing the back of my neck.
He crosses the line of my personal space, leaning in to brush his lips lightly over mine. He half-whispers, half-growls over my closed lips. “Does that thought turn you on? I’m getting hard just thinking about my handprint on your bare ass as your pussy is helplessly spread wide open while you’re chained to my saltire.” He pauses, making sure his words are sinking in, and I find I can’t breathe. “I’m imagining your sexy body bound in restraints, writhing with wanton desperation, screaming out my name for a release you have yet to comprehend.” He slips his tongue out, grazing lazily over the seam of my lips. “I get off on that shit, Princess. I expect by the time Travis has completed his training with you, you’ll get off on it, too…literally.”
My stomach rolls with a sick queasiness, and I close my eyes tightly, wishing him to go away. I mash my lips together in an attempt to keep him out and my churning vomit in. I’m sure this is an act of defiance in his book. I wish I could just make myself puke on command, letting it rip all over him, but I have a true aversion to vomiting and would just as soon rip my fingernails out rather than toss my cookies. But now? Right now, I would love nothing more than to go all Exorcist on him; I’m sure it would deflate that hard-on he was just talking about and work wonders to get him away from me.
I move my lips away from his, shrinking back into the headboard to ask the key question everyone wants to ask in this situation. “What do you want from me?” My whisper sounds shaky and fragmented.
“Well, that’s a pretty uncomplicated question and easily-answered. I just simply want you; you and you alone, nothing else.” His caramel eyes twinkle with knowing inches before mine, letting me digest all of this information.
Confused thoughts run rampant throughout my brain. I search his eyes hovering so close, looking for any ray of genuine kindness lurking in their depths, but seeing none. I can’t let panic or confusion prevail; I’ve got to keep my head on straight and not freak out. Maybe I can negotiate strategically; he reeks of intelligence, so he’s got to have reasoning skills.
“I don’t understand. If it’s money you want, my father will work something out. He truly will.” I blink hard, shaking the fear from my mind, keeping my thoughts focused. “He is a very influential man. He’s to be feared, and not to mention the fact he’ll make sure you pay with your life for kidnapping me,” I plead with a confidence I don’t have. “But really, I am nothing special, not enough to want to steal anyway. I mean, really...please...just let me go. I won’t say a word to anyone; I promise.”
A frown forms across his lips while he shakes his head, and he lets out an audible sigh. “Princess…my sweet princess, I am a man who makes thoughtful and calculated decisions, not hasty ones.” He starts stroking the back of my neck. “I’m a very smart man, and I’m shrewd enough to know who I want, what I want, when I want it, and how. You, my dear, have been a long time coming and were properly planned for.”
I’m stunned at that comment. He’s been planning for me? This does not
He eyes me with pure, unadulterated lust, leaving no question about his unabashed fetish. Now that the cat is out of the bag, he gets even bolder. His fingers quit grazing over the side of my face to tangle his fingers into my hair, caressing the back of my neck.
He crosses the line of my personal space, leaning in to brush his lips lightly over mine. He half-whispers, half-growls over my closed lips. “Does that thought turn you on? I’m getting hard just thinking about my handprint on your bare ass as your pussy is helplessly spread wide open while you’re chained to my saltire.” He pauses, making sure his words are sinking in, and I find I can’t breathe. “I’m imagining your sexy body bound in restraints, writhing with wanton desperation, screaming out my name for a release you have yet to comprehend.” He slips his tongue out, grazing lazily over the seam of my lips. “I get off on that shit, Princess. I expect by the time Travis has completed his training with you, you’ll get off on it, too…literally.”
My stomach rolls with a sick queasiness, and I close my eyes tightly, wishing him to go away. I mash my lips together in an attempt to keep him out and my churning vomit in. I’m sure this is an act of defiance in his book. I wish I could just make myself puke on command, letting it rip all over him, but I have a true aversion to vomiting and would just as soon rip my fingernails out rather than toss my cookies. But now? Right now, I would love nothing more than to go all Exorcist on him; I’m sure it would deflate that hard-on he was just talking about and work wonders to get him away from me.
I move my lips away from his, shrinking back into the headboard to ask the key question everyone wants to ask in this situation. “What do you want from me?” My whisper sounds shaky and fragmented.
“Well, that’s a pretty uncomplicated question and easily-answered. I just simply want you; you and you alone, nothing else.” His caramel eyes twinkle with knowing inches before mine, letting me digest all of this information.
Confused thoughts run rampant throughout my brain. I search his eyes hovering so close, looking for any ray of genuine kindness lurking in their depths, but seeing none. I can’t let panic or confusion prevail; I’ve got to keep my head on straight and not freak out. Maybe I can negotiate strategically; he reeks of intelligence, so he’s got to have reasoning skills.
“I don’t understand. If it’s money you want, my father will work something out. He truly will.” I blink hard, shaking the fear from my mind, keeping my thoughts focused. “He is a very influential man. He’s to be feared, and not to mention the fact he’ll make sure you pay with your life for kidnapping me,” I plead with a confidence I don’t have. “But really, I am nothing special, not enough to want to steal anyway. I mean, really...please...just let me go. I won’t say a word to anyone; I promise.”
A frown forms across his lips while he shakes his head, and he lets out an audible sigh. “Princess…my sweet princess, I am a man who makes thoughtful and calculated decisions, not hasty ones.” He starts stroking the back of my neck. “I’m a very smart man, and I’m shrewd enough to know who I want, what I want, when I want it, and how. You, my dear, have been a long time coming and were properly planned for.”
I’m stunned at that comment. He’s been planning for me? This does not
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