wishes to disappear. And it moves me.
I rub my lips together and approach her, placing two hands on her shoulders as she gazes out into the world beyond this small room. Her body tenses under my touch but then relaxes again the second my finger softly grazes her neck to slide aside a few delicate hairs.
I lean in to whisper into her ear. “It could all be yours.”
She gasps, but before she can utter a word, I place my index finger on top of her lips.
“Don’t ask how because you’ll need to make a promise you can’t keep.”
I plant a gentle but firm kiss on top of her shoulder as if to say … you’re mine, whether you want to be or not.
She shudders, covering her skin with goose bumps. I peer over her shoulder at her quivering lips that just beg me to kiss them, and my eyes can’t help but peer down at those perky tits nestled in that tight dress that I just want to tear off. She really made an effort to impress me today. The question is, why?
The left side of my lip perks up into a devious smile. “You dressed up for me. Did you know I was coming?”
She sucks in a breath. “I like to be prepared.”
She obviously knows what’s expected of her. Dress appropriately in here. Tight. Laced up. Sky-high heels. Why? Because if they wore anything else, it’d be much easier to escape.
Fancy clothes weigh you down … and they make you look pretty too.
I smile against her ear and whisper, “Smart girl.”
I pet her braided hair and let it fall against her back, my hand brushing the skin behind. Every time we come into contact, her whole body tenses up, and I can’t help but wonder …
My hand reaches between her thighs, toward the crevice I know is ripe for the taking. I only need one swipe along her wet entrance to know the truth.
I groan into her ear. “You really are a dirty one …”
“Do you get off on it?”
Her brazenness makes me pause. Sometimes her fearlessness even catches me by surprise.
“If you think I do this to indulge myself, you’re mistaken,” I reply.
She narrows her eyes at me. “Is that why you’re touching me?”
Rage at her insolence bubbles to the surface, and I grab her waist and wrist and whisk her around in my arms, locking her in place as she hovers on one foot. “Do not mistake my kindness for weakness. Do not play games with me, Amelia.” I lean in to press a kiss on her chest, right below her chin. Then I look up into her shocked eyes. “Unless they are of the sexual kind.”
She swallows, visibly shaken. “Please …”
“Please what?” I mutter, my grip on her wrist still firm.
“Take what you want … Do what you like. I don’t care. Just … let me go,” she whispers.
I cock my head. Finally, she says what she’s truly thinking.
“You think I’m going to take you for myself?” I whisper, my finger still wet from her pussy. “That this is all just so I can have my way with you?”
I admit I have thought about it. Many, many times, in fact. But I cannot let my lust control me. The sinner must be punished. Those are the rules of our House.
“You enjoy it, don’t you?” she hisses back.
A filthy smile forms on my face. “Would you prefer the lie or the truth?”
She swallows and tilts her head, and my eyes and lips are immediately drawn to her skin. Inching forward, I graze my lips on the skin underneath her ear, and her lips quake from anticipation.
“I’d do it again if it means you’ll submit,” I whisper, pressing a soft kiss onto her skin. Her legs squeeze together. She’s probably thinking about it just as much as I am. “If it means you’ll get closer to the truth.”
“I don’t understand,” she mutters.
My nostrils flare. “You being here isn’t for me. It’s for you.”
Tears well up in her eyes again. “But why would I ever want this?”
I lower my gaze to meet hers. “Because your soul craves redemption.”
She shakes her head, and I set her on her feet again. Pushing her to face the mirror, I place both hands on her shoulders. “Look at yourself. Look at how you dressed up. All to win my approval.” I lean over her shoulder to whisper into her ear. “My desire is not more important than your soul. And it feels guilty.”