No. “Ready to show you that you’re wrong about me? Sure.”
Jack fought a smile tugging at his mouth. “Good.”
With that, he stood and tore off his shirt. His rippling shoulders straightened. Expression dissolved from his face. An air of authority, impenetrable and intimidating, surrounded him. As fast as lightning, as forceful as thunder.
Morgan shivered, even as she told herself to hang tough.
“You know the rules, Morgan. I’m master. Everything I say is absolute. You do what I tell you, when I tell you, how I tell you. You don’t question. You simply do.”
He clutched the velvet ropes in his hand, his thumb caressing the soft length of one. She tried to forget the feeling of those soft ropes at her wrists and ankles, holding her down tight, keeping her in place to do with her body as he pleased. Even the thought made her gut cramp with lust.
No, no, no. It wasn’t sexy, just…weird.
A ghost of a smile graced his mouth when he caught her staring at the velvet bindings. “Very good.”
A shiver went down her spine, and she looked away. But it was too late. He’d seen her gaze fixed on the ropes.
His voice, unusually gravelly, rumbled as he demanded, “Take off your thong.”
Jack watched Morgan tense, hesitate, her arms still wrapped around her knees, as she struggled mentally with his command. Normally, this sort of faltering would be a punishable offense. She was new to all this, her mind still pushing back from the mastery her body begged for. For now, he’d stay patient… as much as he could. But the reality that Morgan would soon be under him, spread wide, his to do with as he pleased, was driving him to the brink of control.
Swallowing down a lump of choking lust, he regarded her with a hard expression. “When I give a command, I expect it to be followed immediately. Take off your thong now or use the safe word.”
She bit that lush lower lip. The sight made his c**k throb inside his jeans. God, he wanted that mouth of hers around him, those bee-stung lips stretched wide to take him, pull him in deep, that little tongue darting over the head. Patience, he steeled himself.
“I thought… Don’t we at least kiss or something first?”
Damn, she was naïve. She really had so much to learn if she was ever going to successfully submit. And he was dying to teach her everything.
Sometimes that meant playing hardball.
“You’re questioning me,” he warned. “If I thought now was the right time for a kiss, I would have demanded one. You’re behaving like a petite fille, a little girl too scared to face her own wants. And you’re wasting my time.” Jack turned his back on her.
He took a step toward the door, then another, and began to wonder if this gamble was about to explode in his face.
“Wait! I’m scared. This is new for me,” she said softly. “I…I don’t want to like it.”
Jack turned back to her. Finally, some honesty. That was a step in the right direction.
“What do you call me in the bedroom?” he challenged.
“Sir.” The word trembled from her lips, and it seared him like a hot poker, shoving a hot slam of desire up his cock.
To reward her, he moved to her side and cupped her cheek in his palm. “You need to face yourself, cher. I’m not the enemy here. I can help you.”
“I just can’t stop thinking that—”
“You know the rules. Don’t think. Just obey.”
She sighed. “I’ve never been good at obedience, sir. Ask my mother.”
Smiling, he promised, “I’ll never ask you to clean your room or take out the trash. Obeying me will be a lot more pleasurable.”
Morgan smiled back and sent him a shaky nod, innocence and need both shining from her blue eyes.
His heart turned over in his chest. Damn, she was so beautiful, so uncertain. Something about her made him want to f**k her in every way possible and reassure her of her perfection while he was doing it. Crazy notion…
Stepping away, he blanked the soft amusement from his face and crossed his arms over his chest. “One last chance. Take off the thong, Morgan.”