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servants.”
“Then why?”
“Because you like it.”
“Getting ordered around?”
“Yes.”
Her skin flushed at the collarbone. It was barely visible against the red fabric of her dress.
“You’re wrong. I don’t take orders from anyone.”
“Not anyone. Just me.”
She stared at me, agog.
“Now drink your wine.”
She lifted her glass slowly and took a sip.
The kitchen was quiet. I could hear the ticking of the clock in the living room.
“How do you like it?” I asked. I wasn’t just asking about the wine.
“It’s good,” she said, peering into her glass. “Really good.”
I hoped she could taste the notes of oak and blackberry. I wanted to lavish her with everything I had. I wanted to give her the best wines, the best dresses, the best of everything. I wanted her to be mine so that I could give her the world.
But first, I would have to tame her.
“Come with me,” I said, smiling at the thought of what I was going to do with her.
She stopped at the doorway to my bedroom. I strode past her and sat down on the bed. It was lovely to see her standing there, indecisive and beautiful. But I had waited long enough. I crooked one finger.
“Come inside.”
“If you think I’m going to obey your every single order—”
“You’ve obeyed me every time already,” I said lightly. “Now come inside.”
She hesitated, but only for a moment. I was already sitting on the edge of the bed. She came towards me, but I pointed her to the dresser.
“First, go to the stereo,” I said. “Pick out a song you like.”
She went to the stereo controls and set her wine glass on the speaker. I watched as she scrolled down through the music selection.
A low thrum came through the speaker system. Her eyes flickered upwards in surprise.
“There are speakers installed through the walls,” I explained. “Turn it up.”
The beat pounded through the air as the music grew louder.
“Dance for me.”
She looked back at me, her face pale.
“What?”
“Dance for me.”
“I can’t… Are you really asking me to—”
“I’m telling you. You can. Of course you can.”
“Lucas—”
“Just for me. Out there, you don’t have to obey anyone else. You don’t have to take orders from anyone else. In here, though… you’re mine.”
She swallowed; I could see the worry flashing in her eyes. She took another gulp of wine and set her glass down.
“Alright,” she said, in a small voice.
She set her shoulders back and I saw her confidence begin to come back to her. I swept my eyes appreciatively down her curves. Every shift of her weight changed the way her beautiful body moved, delicious soft ripples of movement. The way she would be moving underneath me tonight.
A warm feeling filled my heart as I sat and watched her, a strange feeling. The feeling that I could watch her forever and ever, and never get bored.
Chapter Eleven
Steph
When I went out to clubs, I always danced in a group of friends. Never alone. Never for a man.
Here I was, though, twisting to the music slowly in front of Lucas. His eyes drifted down over my body as I moved. I’d never felt so self-conscious. He was a photographer—his whole job was watching models. There was no reason he should be as interested in me as he seemed to be. I thought that maybe I had made a mistake by coming here. It was true, I wanted him the way he really was. But I wasn’t sure if I could handle this. My skin was burning hot as I moved hesitantly to the beat.
“Do you remember that night in Paris?” Lucas said abruptly.
“Yes.”
“Don’t stop moving.”
I bit my lip and kept dancing.
“I want you to close your eyes,” he said.
I closed my eyes. The air seemed to thrum with the music. I was back in Paris, back in the hotel, the first night we’d spent together. I remembered his tongue thrusting inside of me. Instantly, my body was aflame, but not from embarrassment.
My arms moved above my head. I imagined his hands were all over
“Then why?”
“Because you like it.”
“Getting ordered around?”
“Yes.”
Her skin flushed at the collarbone. It was barely visible against the red fabric of her dress.
“You’re wrong. I don’t take orders from anyone.”
“Not anyone. Just me.”
She stared at me, agog.
“Now drink your wine.”
She lifted her glass slowly and took a sip.
The kitchen was quiet. I could hear the ticking of the clock in the living room.
“How do you like it?” I asked. I wasn’t just asking about the wine.
“It’s good,” she said, peering into her glass. “Really good.”
I hoped she could taste the notes of oak and blackberry. I wanted to lavish her with everything I had. I wanted to give her the best wines, the best dresses, the best of everything. I wanted her to be mine so that I could give her the world.
But first, I would have to tame her.
“Come with me,” I said, smiling at the thought of what I was going to do with her.
She stopped at the doorway to my bedroom. I strode past her and sat down on the bed. It was lovely to see her standing there, indecisive and beautiful. But I had waited long enough. I crooked one finger.
“Come inside.”
“If you think I’m going to obey your every single order—”
“You’ve obeyed me every time already,” I said lightly. “Now come inside.”
She hesitated, but only for a moment. I was already sitting on the edge of the bed. She came towards me, but I pointed her to the dresser.
“First, go to the stereo,” I said. “Pick out a song you like.”
She went to the stereo controls and set her wine glass on the speaker. I watched as she scrolled down through the music selection.
A low thrum came through the speaker system. Her eyes flickered upwards in surprise.
“There are speakers installed through the walls,” I explained. “Turn it up.”
The beat pounded through the air as the music grew louder.
“Dance for me.”
She looked back at me, her face pale.
“What?”
“Dance for me.”
“I can’t… Are you really asking me to—”
“I’m telling you. You can. Of course you can.”
“Lucas—”
“Just for me. Out there, you don’t have to obey anyone else. You don’t have to take orders from anyone else. In here, though… you’re mine.”
She swallowed; I could see the worry flashing in her eyes. She took another gulp of wine and set her glass down.
“Alright,” she said, in a small voice.
She set her shoulders back and I saw her confidence begin to come back to her. I swept my eyes appreciatively down her curves. Every shift of her weight changed the way her beautiful body moved, delicious soft ripples of movement. The way she would be moving underneath me tonight.
A warm feeling filled my heart as I sat and watched her, a strange feeling. The feeling that I could watch her forever and ever, and never get bored.
Chapter Eleven
Steph
When I went out to clubs, I always danced in a group of friends. Never alone. Never for a man.
Here I was, though, twisting to the music slowly in front of Lucas. His eyes drifted down over my body as I moved. I’d never felt so self-conscious. He was a photographer—his whole job was watching models. There was no reason he should be as interested in me as he seemed to be. I thought that maybe I had made a mistake by coming here. It was true, I wanted him the way he really was. But I wasn’t sure if I could handle this. My skin was burning hot as I moved hesitantly to the beat.
“Do you remember that night in Paris?” Lucas said abruptly.
“Yes.”
“Don’t stop moving.”
I bit my lip and kept dancing.
“I want you to close your eyes,” he said.
I closed my eyes. The air seemed to thrum with the music. I was back in Paris, back in the hotel, the first night we’d spent together. I remembered his tongue thrusting inside of me. Instantly, my body was aflame, but not from embarrassment.
My arms moved above my head. I imagined his hands were all over
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