held me captive. Simultaneously, his tongue teased the seam of my lips. I’d lost the will to protest, opening and welcoming his unique taste, like that of the wine.
Rett pulled away as I gasped for breath. His dark stare focused on mine. “Are you wet, Emma?”
His question seemed too personal, but then again, if I was, he was the cause. “Yes,” I panted.
Releasing my hands, he grinned, taking a step back. “Lift your skirt. I want to see for myself.”
I couldn’t move my gaze away from his even if I wanted it to. “Rett, please.”
His large hand reached for my chin. “Listen carefully, sweet Emma. The deal is done. You’re now mine. As mine, you will be pampered beyond your wildest imagination. The world is yours. I will lay the heads of your enemies at your feet and indulge your every desire. Your one task is to be mine, ready for me and willing to obey whatever I ask.”
My eyes opened wider and my breathing quickened as he continued.
Obey.
Who used words like that in today’s world?
“What…?”
“You will fall to your knees or spread your sexy legs when I command. You will submit to me when and where I want. That is nonnegotiable. And you will do whatever I demand willingly because when you do, you will be rewarded with earthshaking orgasms, the greatest of your life—because I promise that with me, you will come over and over.”
He was wrong. I wasn’t a multiple-orgasm woman. One and done.
“Rett—”
His finger upon my lips again stopped my words.
“There is one more nonnegotiable requirement: you will take my name, marry me.”
My skirt was in my grasp. With each of his declarations, I’d balled the material higher and higher until it was a soft roll above my waist, showing my black lace panties, bare legs, and high heels.
Rett took a step back, scanning the lace. “Touch yourself.”
Heat slid up my neck to my cheeks, no doubt bringing a glow of pink to my skin.
“Oh, my little Emma, now is not the time to be bashful. Did you not hear what I just said?”
Biting my lip, I nodded and peered about.
This dining room was private, but how private?
Before I could voice my concern, Rett continued, his deep voice commanding my attention. “My request is not the issue. It could have been for you to bend over the table, flatten your breasts, and bare your perfect round ass to me. No matter the request, what matters is your immediate obedience. Quite simply put, you will do as I say and be rewarded or hesitate and be punished. I’m not a man who repeats himself.”
I couldn’t describe what had come over me since meeting this man, other than an overwhelming mixture of shock, yearning, and desire. The idea of punishment at his hands didn’t deter me. I wasn’t afraid of him, and yet I had an unmistakable desire to please him.
My hand slid under the waistband of my panties as my legs parted. A small whimper escaped my lips as I found my own damp core.
“Show me.” His tenor had dropped from moments ago, now ladened with the huskiness of lust.
I pulled my hand out of the confines of my panties.
Rett reached for it, lifting my fingers to his lips and sucking. His cheeks rose and a grin formed. “Delicious, as I suspected.”
Before I could form a response, he was kneeling before me, removing my panties as his warm breath skirted my sensitive skin. My gaze darted to the door, afraid the servers would return, when all at once, his mouth covered my core, his teeth nipping my swollen clit and tongue delving within me.
“Oh,” I cried out, my hands going to his dark hair, weaving my fingers through his mane for support as more sounds and indistinguishable words filled the air. I let out a gust of air as an orgasm threatened to double me forward. Such as a freight train barreling through a dark night, the overwhelming explosion came over me suddenly and without warning.
Though I’d come, Rett didn’t stop. It was clear that he too had been starving, and I was his feast. My mind remembered I didn’t have multiple orgasms, but my body was a different story. Ravenously he nibbled and sucked. His hands held to my behind, pulling me closer.
The second orgasm was stronger than the first.
I called out his name—Rett—this man I barely knew.
My body trembled with the aftershocks as I struggled for breath on weakened knees. Rett stood, allowing my skirt