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exhibitionist on his hands. It was something he stored away for future use. He ignored the voice telling him that there would be no future use—only tonight.
As they wove through traffic toward his apartment, he played with her, never doing enough to make her come, but keeping up her desire until she was shaking and biting her lip. They turned onto his block, and he pulled down her dress to cover her. Though he was reasonably sure that she knew the score after what she’d said on the sidewalk, it paid to be explicitly clear sometimes. “If you come up to my place, I’m going to fuck you, Ridley. Is that what you want?”
She swallowed. “Yes, Sir.”
Thank Christ. He was so damn hard, he felt lightheaded. He slipped her panties into his pocket and led the way into his building. It was an effort to keep his hands to himself, but if he touched her now, with that glazed look in her dark eyes and her skin rosy with need, he’d fuck her against the wall of the elevator.
Luckily, the doors opened before he could decide that was a brilliant idea. He gripped her upper arm and propelled her onto his floor. Even through his crazed desire for her, he almost stopped and turned around. He didn’t bring women back here. If he played, he did it at Serve. That was the perfect way to establish boundaries and keep his partners from thinking things were more serious than they were.
But he didn’t want Ridley in the club their first time. It felt too impersonal to lay her down on sheets that weren’t his, or to tie her to a bed frame that other people had used. No, he wanted her in his apartment, on his bed, and marked up by his personal toys. The ones he’d never had the heart to use on anyone else. The ones he purchased solely for the one special sub he’d always hoped for.
This isn’t forever, idiot. This is only tonight .
It didn’t matter what the voice in his head said. It was too late for rational decisions. He was so desperate for Ridley, his hands shook as he unlocked his door. Walking into the apartment, though, things changed. A much-needed calm descended. He had her where he wanted her, and he was going to make sure she was fucking ruined for any other man after tonight.
He closed the door behind her and locked it, the sound of the bolt sliding home making her jump. She turned to face him, but she didn’t speak. Fuck, having her obey like this was almost too much. It made him want to keep her, even though he knew that was impossible. “Strip.”
She stepped out of her heels and shrugged out of her dress. Since her panties were currently residing in his pocket, it left her in only a black bra. As she reached around to undo the clasp, he shook his head. “Leave it.”
There was something so…decadent…about her breasts covered while the rest of her was bare for him. He stalked around her, noting the way she twitched when he was at her back. “Do you like the idea of being watched, baby?”
“I don’t know.” Her words were choppy, as if she didn’t like admitting it. “I don’t know, Sir .”
Good catch. Garrett traced a single finger down her spine. “Someday I’m going to take you up to the public rooms in Serve and set you on a table wearing nothing but my collar.” Even as he spoke, a part of him shouted warnings. A collar was a big deal—a permanent deal. He ignored the strange feeling in his stomach at the thought of her wearing his and kept talking. “I’ll kiss that pretty pussy until everyone can see how wet you are, and every single one of them will be jealous that I’m the only man who gets a taste. Then I’ll fuck you with everyone watching. Would you like that?”
“I—”
“The truth, Ridley.”
She shuddered. “Yes, Sir. I’d like that a whole hell of a lot, if I were stupid enough to consider letting this go on longer.”
He ignored the last half of that sentence. “I thought so.” He unclasped her bra and reached around her to pull it off. The move brought his
As they wove through traffic toward his apartment, he played with her, never doing enough to make her come, but keeping up her desire until she was shaking and biting her lip. They turned onto his block, and he pulled down her dress to cover her. Though he was reasonably sure that she knew the score after what she’d said on the sidewalk, it paid to be explicitly clear sometimes. “If you come up to my place, I’m going to fuck you, Ridley. Is that what you want?”
She swallowed. “Yes, Sir.”
Thank Christ. He was so damn hard, he felt lightheaded. He slipped her panties into his pocket and led the way into his building. It was an effort to keep his hands to himself, but if he touched her now, with that glazed look in her dark eyes and her skin rosy with need, he’d fuck her against the wall of the elevator.
Luckily, the doors opened before he could decide that was a brilliant idea. He gripped her upper arm and propelled her onto his floor. Even through his crazed desire for her, he almost stopped and turned around. He didn’t bring women back here. If he played, he did it at Serve. That was the perfect way to establish boundaries and keep his partners from thinking things were more serious than they were.
But he didn’t want Ridley in the club their first time. It felt too impersonal to lay her down on sheets that weren’t his, or to tie her to a bed frame that other people had used. No, he wanted her in his apartment, on his bed, and marked up by his personal toys. The ones he’d never had the heart to use on anyone else. The ones he purchased solely for the one special sub he’d always hoped for.
This isn’t forever, idiot. This is only tonight .
It didn’t matter what the voice in his head said. It was too late for rational decisions. He was so desperate for Ridley, his hands shook as he unlocked his door. Walking into the apartment, though, things changed. A much-needed calm descended. He had her where he wanted her, and he was going to make sure she was fucking ruined for any other man after tonight.
He closed the door behind her and locked it, the sound of the bolt sliding home making her jump. She turned to face him, but she didn’t speak. Fuck, having her obey like this was almost too much. It made him want to keep her, even though he knew that was impossible. “Strip.”
She stepped out of her heels and shrugged out of her dress. Since her panties were currently residing in his pocket, it left her in only a black bra. As she reached around to undo the clasp, he shook his head. “Leave it.”
There was something so…decadent…about her breasts covered while the rest of her was bare for him. He stalked around her, noting the way she twitched when he was at her back. “Do you like the idea of being watched, baby?”
“I don’t know.” Her words were choppy, as if she didn’t like admitting it. “I don’t know, Sir .”
Good catch. Garrett traced a single finger down her spine. “Someday I’m going to take you up to the public rooms in Serve and set you on a table wearing nothing but my collar.” Even as he spoke, a part of him shouted warnings. A collar was a big deal—a permanent deal. He ignored the strange feeling in his stomach at the thought of her wearing his and kept talking. “I’ll kiss that pretty pussy until everyone can see how wet you are, and every single one of them will be jealous that I’m the only man who gets a taste. Then I’ll fuck you with everyone watching. Would you like that?”
“I—”
“The truth, Ridley.”
She shuddered. “Yes, Sir. I’d like that a whole hell of a lot, if I were stupid enough to consider letting this go on longer.”
He ignored the last half of that sentence. “I thought so.” He unclasped her bra and reached around her to pull it off. The move brought his
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