in my system.”
“Sorry. I’m a man of my word.” He let her go.
Unsure what came over her, Emma unknotted her belt. “I prefer to sleep naked.” The lie was so big she was lucky that her nose didn’t grow from it. “You don’t mind, do you?”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
She shrugged out of the robe and tossed it toward the end of the bed. The chilled air from the overhead vent made her nipples pebble. Or maybe it was a reaction from the fierce hunger that tightened his face. His hard dick proved he wanted her. And a naughty part of her decided to do everything possible to ensure he couldn’t resist her.
“I’d like to look at your ass.”
“Oh?”
“See for myself whether all traces of my fingerprints are gone.”
No matter how well she played the game, he was better. “Of course, Sir.” He groaned, and she attempted to hide her triumphant smile. “Would you like me to bend over?”
“Emma.” Her name emerged as more than a growl. It was a warning. One she intended to recklessly ignore.
“Should I keep my feet together, Master Philip? Or should I spread them?”
When he spoke, the words were an uncompromising growl. “As far apart as you can. Grab your ankles. Don’t let go until I say so.”
All of a sudden, this wasn’t funny. He was in charge.
She inhaled as reality blurred, fading into the sweetness of submission.
“Turn around. Now, please.”
Slowly she assumed the position he’d asked for.
“Perfection. Holding yourself like that is a form of bondage, isn’t it? You’re unable to move without my permission.”
Her hair dragged on the floor, and she was totally exposed to him. If he wanted, he could take her that way. The idea turned the pattern on the carpet into ribbons that swirled beneath her.
He was so close to her, and the fabric of his towel was the only thing separating her pussy from the demand of his cock. Hot desire made it impossible for her to breathe.
“You’re beautiful.”
“So are you, Sir.”
His touch agonizingly light, he skimmed his fingers across the backs of her thighs and buttocks. “I don’t see any marks.” Then he captured each of her ass cheeks and squeezed hard.
“Oww…” She gasped, bending her knees and almost letting go of her ankles.
“Be a good girl, Emma. Stay where you are.”
Response flowed through her.
“Maybe tomorrow I’ll have something to look at.” He repeated his action, and surely he’d created bruises. But this time he offered no relief. He didn’t rub away the ache.
“The arnica is in my purse, Sir.”
“It can stay there.”
Which meant he wanted her to wear his mark, something she would proudly, happily do.
“You may stand.”
She did, and faced him again, unable to believe he hadn’t entered her, taking her the way she wanted.
“I too sleep naked.”
Then…fuck. Confound him, he dropped the towel and echoed her words. “You don’t mind, do you?”
Her mouth dried. He was like an ancient pagan god. His enormous cock angled insistently toward her. “Do you have a condom?”
“We won’t need one.”
“Uhm, I’m not on birth control.”
“I keep my word. Always.” He pulled back the sheets. “There is nothing I want more. But we are not making love tonight.”
“You are annoying, Sir.” She wanted him inside her, deep and hard. “This is annoying.”
“It’s no easier for me.” Though he chuckled, he showed no quarter. “When you give yourself to me, and you absolutely will, you will offer me everything—your breasts, your pussy…” Then he trailed off. “Your mind. You will be completely sober.”
“I understand that rule for scening together.” Frustration made her a little dizzy. “But this is just sex.”
“Oh no.” His laugh was brutal. “There’s no such thing as just sex with you, Emma. It will be lovemaking. It will be fucking. It will be conquest. You will have no doubt who you belong to.” He left her to turn off the lights, plunging them into total darkness, disorienting her a little bit.
She curled up into a ball on the far side of the bed. But he reached for her and dragged her back, pulling her against the hard planes of his body.
“I’m not much of a snuggler.”
“Such a little liar. It worked well for you last night after our scene.”
This time, her fib had been one of self-preservation. How would she sleep with his cock pressing against her?
He brushed her hair aside and kissed her neck. “Go to sleep.”
Was that even possible? Despite herself, once she was in his arms, tension eased from her body. As he