this,” she whispered.
Really?
You dare to tease me? After I’ve bound your fucking wrists.
What was meant to follow was me diving deep into my proclivity, forgetting what day or even month it was within minutes. A surge of arousal heated my flesh and caused my dick to ache for this. I wanted Pandora to need this just as much, for her offering to be real.
That pendant could unlock her hidden desires.
I’d devour them as my own.
Be the fucking adult here and shut this down.
Or, something altogether different—strike with retaliation for her haughtiness to think she could pull this off and I’d fall for it.
Because she had dared to tease me, I placed my palm at her throat, squeezing her neck tight for the delicious entertainment of it. Fear flooded her eyes—a gift from a submissive to her master.
Could this be us?
Could we make this work?
No.
Right now, it was imperative I see through her scheming and scare her off. There’d be no compromise. In reality, she’d never agree to my demands. Lesser submissives had crumbled under my sway.
She was no different.
Finding a woman I loved who would succumb to my needs was an ambition I had yet to realize. She’d need to publicly shine like a goddess and in the bedroom shimmer under my complete dominance.
My hand slipped from her throat and she sucked in oxygen, gulping hungrily.
Cue her screaming…
I watched her face closely, waiting for the hysteria, bracing myself for a torrent of curses being flung my way. Maybe she’d realize she was close to drowning in the deep, dark ocean of my lust.
Her breathing slowed as she assessed me with her crystal blue eyes, her gaze roaming over me and settling on my erection.
“You have my attention,” I said gruffly. “Do I have yours?”
“Yes, sir.”
I taunted her with a sneer. Nice try, but not convinced.
“Show me what happens now,” she whispered.
“You mean if that necklace stays on?” I reached for the catch at her nape. “Which it won’t.”
She shifted away a little. “No.”
“If you keep it on, I will punish you for wearing it.”
A shade of doubt clouded her eyes, but then she lifted her chin. “I deserve it.”
Very well…
I eased the straps of her gown off her shoulders and pulled the bodice down, along with her bra, until her breasts were bared. “I’ll start here.”
I pinched her nipples to punish her, taking my adrenaline-soaked arousal out on those beaded buds until they responded to my twisting.
“Oh, please,” she said, gasping.
So many ideas flashed through my filthy mind about how I could abuse her, get off on having her subjugated before me.
Pandora let out a long groan inviting more punishment, her wrists twisting to escape as she writhed before me, her hips rocking on the leather seat as though imagining how it would feel to ride me.
I massaged her breasts with the authority of a man who knew how to wield bliss, and was rewarded with her throaty, needy cry in response. The erotic sound caused my cock to harden even more.
My hands moved beneath her hem and past her panties, my thumb rubbing her clit to prepare her for finger-fucking.
Think.
And not with your balls.
If she was a virgin and this was a ruse, fucking her in the back of a car could traumatize her.
I wasn’t that kind of monster.
But she thought I was…
I pulled my fingers away from her and brought them up to her mouth, letting her lick her own juices.
“Show me what you like,” she whispered.
Having a sub wear this emblem was a rare and beautiful accomplishment. It was possible, but only the highly trained and well-prepared lovers endured what their masters demanded. It didn’t make sense that she was wearing the necklace.
I tried to flood doubt out of my thoughts, leaning in and drawing a pert nipple into my mouth and suckling, letting the way my tongue formed sensual circles around her areola serve as a precursor to more.
Six months of not having this, of dating Pandora and remaining loyal, because that was the only way my heart had navigated around what we were. Here, now, my soul was rejoicing that my sexual starvation was over.
If only she knew what I was capable of. The gifts I yearned to give her if I kept her as a toy. If I allowed myself the privilege of believing she wanted this, wrecking Pandora was going to be the grandest gift I gave myself.
Because she was Pandora Aria Bardot—the most exquisite sub a man could own.
“It’s not enough,” she