Broken by His Hand - Piper Stone Page 0,88
his head, wiping his hand across his jaw before taking two steps toward me. “I have no idea what to say. You are... stunning.”
“My guess is that you say that to all your submissives.” I swayed my hips back and forth, pursing my lips playfully.
“Be careful, naughty girl, or I might have to give you a spanking.”
“Not before the party. Sir.”
A huge smile crossing his face, he took long strides until he was able to gather me into his arms. “My mischievous girl.”
“Just the way you like me. And you are late. You need to change.”
“Nope. I’m one of the owners. This is as close to a costume as you’re going to see me in.”
“Party pooper. I actually get to meet the prince tonight?”
He chuckled. “Yes, Prince Abdar Al Amoundi insisted on hosting the party and he’s paying a pretty penny in order to do so.”
“And why is he doing that?” I adjusted his collar then smoothed down his tie.
“A thank you for allowing him membership into the club.”
“You are such a generous man,” I teased. “Now, you can add a prince to your roster. You are powerful.”
“My father boasted a king in his court.”
I shook my head, drinking in his cologne, the one he knew was my favorite. Exotic like him. Masculine and absolutely intoxicating. “As I said, a truly dominant man.”
As he took me into his arms, smacking me on the bottom, I realized how lucky I felt to have him in my life. I had no doubt he’d saved my life, or what Drake had planned. The look in Drake’s eyes had been horrifying, a man losing grip with reality.
All because of his desire for power.
I’d learned he had been under investigation at the hospital and from what I’d been able to piece together, he believed Michael was to blame. Just like he blamed all three Dunmore brothers with the suicide of his father and for not being allowed the same generous ‘gifts’ as when Michael’s father was alive. I knew not to ask too many questions, Michael still close-lipped about the ledger. But I’d heard enough from Clarissa to realize just how influential Michael’s father had been.
And how dangerous.
There would always be danger surrounding the entire family, yet I didn’t seem to be able to break free of the hold Michael had on me. Perhaps because he’d broken a part of me, the conservative woman who’d never taken time for herself. He’d even lured me into certain kinky desires, acts that both enticed and terrified me. Perhaps one day I’d have the guts to submit in an entirely different manner.
For now, I was enjoying getting to know him.
The man I’d fallen hopelessly in love with.
“You’re going to be a very good girl tonight,” he teased.
“Or what, sweet sir?”
“Or I will use my belt.”
“Promises. Promises.” Laughing, I skittered away from him, twirling in a complete circle. “Is the outfit all right for this very expensive masquerade party?”
He tapped his finger across his mouth, shaking his head. “There’s something missing.”
“What? Don’t tell me that.” I gazed down at the ultra-high heels, thigh-high stockings, and the red silk dress that barely covered my ass and sighed.
“Hold on. I think I know.”
I watched as he walked to the dresser, slowly opening one of the drawers. He hesitated before turning around, a box in his hand. His eyes remained locked on mine as he moved toward me. “This is entirely your decision and I’ll respect whatever you’d like. However, I’d be honored if you would wear this tonight. Not because you belong to me, but because it is a symbol of my love for the only woman who’s brought me utter joy.”
As he opened the lid, a flood of emotions poured through me. Blinking several times, when my mind cleared, I knew exactly what I wanted to do. “I am the one who would be honored, but not just for tonight. For as long as you’ll have me. Sir.”
His eyes twinkling, he gave me a nod of respect, a smile curling on the corner of his mouth. The moment he placed the beautiful collar around my neck, I realized I’d never felt so protected or so loved in my life.
And a single tear slipped past my lashes.
“By the way, I have a surprise for you tomorrow,” he whispered, a catch in his voice.
“And what would that be, sweet sir?”
“I thought we might go looking for a little house with a white picket fence. Then maybe we can stop and look at