pages, I turn to look at Mandy. I haven’t spoken a word since I entered this room, and I feel like if I do so now, I might spit fire. Instead, I hold out my and wait for her to take it.
She looks at it, and then looks back at Samantha. After a moment, Samantha hands her a small suitcase. Mandy nods, taking it from her. She then turns to me and shakily reaches out her hand, placing it in mine.
I lead her from the room and down the hall. I keep ahold of her hand as I tuck her behind me, shielding her from view. I would carry her out of here, but these men have seen enough of her ass tonight.
Once we are at the side of the building, I see my driver waiting and holding the car door open. I help her inside the back seat, and then go in after her, slamming the door shut behind me.
The car has barely moved an inch before she turns and starts to accuse me. “You set me up.”
“I did.”
She stops, taking a breath, somewhat shocked that I admitted to it.
“You’re not even sorry, are you?”
“No.”
“You don’t care that I don’t want you?”
“No.”
I do care that she doesn’t want me, but I’m not about to admit that. I’ll do whatever it takes to make her want me.
She looks at me like she’s making up her mind about something, and then gives me the fake smile she reserves for problem guests at the casino. I've seen it on many occasions.
“Fine. You bought me. I guess you can have me.”
She gets off the bench seat beside me and kneels in front of me. I’m so shocked by her move, I don’t try to stop her. When her hands go to my waist, I grab her wrists with both hands. I don’t say anything. I just hold them there, feeling her steady pulse.
After a moment, she looks up at me through her lashes.
She’s kneeling in front of me in the exact position I’ve always envisioned her in. I let the power I feel flow from my hands to her delicate flesh. After a moment, I feel her pulse start to pick up, and I see her pupils slowly dilate. She’s showing me what I always knew was inside of her—a submissive.
Leaning in close, I see her eyes lower to the floor. I let go of one of her wrists, moving it to my other hand. I move my finger under her chin and tilt her head until she makes eye contact with me.
“I’ll have you the way I want you, when I want you. I paid for it and you’ll give it to me.”
She looks to the left, trying to break eye contact and break my control, but I squeeze her chin a little until we lock eyes again.
“Eyes always on me, kitten. Always.”
After a moment she nods her head, but that’s not enough.
“Say it.”
“Yes, Mr. Townsend.”
I’m irritates me that she didn’t call me Charles, or Sir, but I let it go. I won’t force her to say something she doesn’t want to. Titles are earned, but from all my hours with her, I’ve seen the need. She has the outer discipline and strength that makes the perfect inner submissive. She will fight to the end before she admits it, even to herself, but it’s there.
“Now take a seat beside me. Sit with your legs open until we get home.”
“Are you kidding me?”
Her sassy mouth is going to get her in so much trouble, and I am going to love every second of it. I lean forward more, and put my lips to her ear. I can feel the chill run down her spine when I whisper, “Now.”
After a moment of hesitation, she climbs onto the seat beside me. Once she’s there, I can see the hesitation, but it only lasts a moment before she does as I ask. She spreads her legs and shows a little of her pussy. But it’s not enough.
“Wider.”
She looks out the window, away from me, but I see the blush creep up her neck and across her cheeks. I don’t like it when she doesn’t focus on me, especially when I just asked her to do something. I want all of her attention. Every second of it.
“Eyes on me.”
Slowly, she turns her face and meets my eyes. Her cheeks are flushed red, and I can see her pulse beating at her throat. She’s turned on and she