Lured into Love (Blossom in Winter #2) - Melanie Martins Page 0,58

quietly return to the changing room.

There, Yara starts putting her polo gear into her bag, and as I watch her do so, it’s clear to me that this day was just about polo, and nothing more. Jeez, when I thought for a second that the training was just an excuse for something else… What a fucking dumbass I was… She is married after all. What was I expecting? To get laid? I huff at how naive I was.

“Undress.”

Huh? Did I hear her say something? My eyes land instantly on her as she’s standing right in front of me. And I wonder if I’m not hearing voices in my head. “Did you say something?”

“Yes.” Her tone carries the same authority it did during our polo session. “I want you undressed.”

And her words feel like they settle in my stomach and catch fire. She demanded just like that, no explanation given whatsoever. It seems like just another command, like during our polo training. Fuck, Yara is playing again just like she did in the kitchen, and I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do. Play along and stand naked in front of her? She knows she’s getting under my skin. She fucking knows that. Should I obey? I have never wanted to undress so damn fast, but I’m not in control of the situation and she knows it. If I decline, it means I lose—as simple as that. Why? Because Mrs. Van Lawick will retract herself, leave my house, and I’ll never have another opportunity to play. My pussy is drenching at her words, my heartbeat pounding, and my mind wondering what she will do next. So I take my helmet off, my gloves, my boots, and the rest just follows. Yara doesn’t flinch, doesn’t move, or even blink. She remains observing me attentively as I strip my clothes off. And I must say I never imagined myself stripping for anyone’s pleasure. When I think of a striptease, I think of those accompanied by idiotic dances and songs. And to me, it’s ridiculous and lame.

My clothes are on the bench, and I’m barefoot and naked in front of her. Yara is still in full polo attire, and the contrast makes me feel exposed, and so damn anxious.

She inspects me like a general would inspect her troops, and I wonder for a second if she attended military school or something. Then she moves behind me, and I hear her breath approaching my ear, and then asking, “You wanna play?”

Her question gives me goosebumps, and my nipples harden at the tension that is emerging again.

There’s not a thousand ways to say yes, but I don’t want to sound desperate either, so I just mumble a lazy and nonchalant “Yeah…”

All of a sudden, though, her hand is on my throat and she pushes my head backward. “Don’t talk to me like that ever again.” Her voice is not loud, but it’s steady and firm enough to make me freeze on the spot. “Try again.” Okay, she definitely attended military school. Who would in her right mind take someone by the throat?

But, swallowing my pride, I stand straight, and, playing along, I give my answer in a more composed manner. “Yes, I do.”

And while I can’t see it, I’ve got the feeling that Yara is smiling at me, reveling in her little game. “Better.” She brushes my hair to the side, leaving the nape of my neck exposed, and, leaning down, she presses her lips to my skin. Jeez, I try not to shiver at her kiss, but it’s harder than I thought. “Let’s play, then…”

She turns me around, and, before I can say or do anything, she slams her mouth down on mine. Oh my… A flood of heat pulses through my body, and I whimper into her. This kiss is exactly what I imagined it’d be like—intense, raw, visceral, aggressive… But I want more than that, and as if she knows it, she reaches up and grabs the back of my head, pressing us closer together. Then, once our lips part, I hear her saying in a low voice, “Bend over the bench.”

My body is simmering with rapture, and I can barely process her request. “What?”

“Didn’t you say you want to play?” Her tone is filled with desire and lust, but I’m still not used to her blunt commands. Jeez, what does she have in mind?

“Yeah, but—”

“Your lesson is not over,” she says, cutting me off. My eyes open wide, and as they lock