“When I’m here; you’re here.” My voice is firm. “This isn’t negotiable. You’ll be taken care of and you’ll be ready for me whenever I need.”
“And my life?”
“It is owed to me.”
“For . . . for however long you decide?”
I can see the likelihood of the next series of events. The fear, her wanting out. She’ll make it difficult. More difficult than it needs to be.
“I would prefer not to give you a date. I’d rather give you a word. If you feel the need to be alone. To be without me for a moment. You will come back, and you will continue to be mine in all ways. But if it becomes too intense . . .” My pulse races as she slowly unravels under my offer. The way her eyes turn darker and peer into mine and her lips part just slightly inform me that she’s willing, that the offer tempts her.
“Give me a word. Or a statement. Tell me what you’ll say if you need . . . a moment. I’m only willing to give you a moment.”
“I say this word and you’ll let me go?”
“For a day. I’ll give you one day and then you must come back.”
“A word . . .”
“Or a phrase.”
“Deep red rose.”
“Deep red rose,” I repeat.
“So the terms are: I’m yours to do with as you please. But if it’s too much, I have one day if I tell you ‘deep red rose’.”
Nodding, I hold her gaze, refusing to let it go as she stands in front of me, taking it all in. Did she really think I’d only want her for a night?
“I’ve grown tired of terms, Belle.”
With a sudden inhale, she nods slightly and the tips of her fingers play at the hem of her dress. “How would you like me?” she questions, and I swear I couldn’t get harder if I wanted to.
“Good girl,” I commend her and take a chance, stalking around her in a slow circle to her back. When I rest my hand at her neck, brushing her hair out of the way, she shivers, and her head falls back slightly. Her quickened breath and the sound of her dress unzipping is all that fills the room. The heat from behind us swells until her dress falls to the floor, followed by her undergarments, and I leave her standing there, bared to me as I unbutton my shirt behind her.
She steals a glance over her shoulder, and I allow it. Taking my time as she stands nervously waiting.
When I unzip my pants, she shifts her weight, her thighs clenching and the blush turning darker against her skin.
With puddles of cloth beside us, I circle her again, gripping and stroking my length. Precum beads on my head and I spread it, stoking myself again.
If I wasn’t already an arrogant man, the sight of her eyes widening and her lips parting with a gasp when she stares down at my cock would certainly turn me into one.
With my other hand, I test the weight of her breasts, holding them for a moment and running my thumb against her hardened nipples. Her soft whimper begs for me, and she leans in slightly until I tsk at her.
She’s quick to correct herself, even if need is etched into every aspect of her expression.
Her reactions and obedience are perfection. I didn’t make a mistake. I was right that she was the perfect one for this.
“Down on your knees and lick,” I command her, and she’s quick to do just that. I grip myself at the base as she leans forward, gliding her tongue along the veins of my cock. A shudder runs through me as her scandalous tongue slips between my slit, gathering the precum.
My toes curl against the carpet, and my pulse quickens with need. Just as she parts her lips to suck, not lick, I scold her and command her to get on her hands and knees.
The curve of her ass is only outmatched by the glistening folds that await me. She’s ready for me. I don’t need to run my fingers along her pussy to know it. But I do. Just to feel her arousal. That small insignificant touch, my fingers drifting from her center to her clit, elicits the sweetest sounds from her. Her eyes close, and she bites down on her lip until I scold her once again.
“I want to hear what I do to you.” My wish is spoken as I slip my