The Proposal - Kitty Thomas Page 0,55
leads me into the bedroom, shutting the doors behind him.
“Dayne?” I question.
A stern look falls over his face, and that power he has that is so quiet suddenly becomes very loud. “I believe Soren told you how to address us.”
“S-sir,” I say, hurriedly.
He nods. “Come here.”
I'm shaking and afraid I'll fall into trembling sobbing fits. I'm so overwhelmed, and I don't know what's about to happen. It's been so long, and now being faced with three men who all have expectations, being bound to all of these men, I don't know what I'm doing or how I even got here. But I go to him because what else can I do?
When I reach him, he pulls me into his arms and holds me, stroking the back of my head, his fingers moving gently through my hair. “Shhh. We're going to take good care of you.”
He just holds me like this for several minutes, then guides me quietly over to the bed. He turns me facing the tall ornate Mahogany bed post.
“Hold onto it.”
I grip the post, while he stands behind me unfastening the hooks on my corset. He helps me out of the last scraps of fabric that covered me then directs me to lie down on the bed. He's still fully dressed. Instead of joining, he sits in a plush dark blue armchair across the room, watching me.
It unnerves me to feel his gaze on me like this. It makes me feel more exposed even than my nudity. And while the room may be cast in soft light, it's plenty light enough for him to see every line and curve of my body, every imperfection. And still, he just takes me in, as if he has all night to make this assessment.
Finally he speaks. “Livia, do you understand what will be expected of you going forward?”
I shake my head, “No, Sir.” Because despite Soren's dirty talk on the phone, I really don't. I don't know how much of that was talk, and how much will actually happen or what other things may happen. I don't even know how tonight is supposed to go. I don't know how to be with all of them. And I'm afraid of having to take them all at once.
He sighs, but his eyes never leave mine. “You will obey our every command. You will cry for us, beg for us, come for us. You will be sweet and pliant and take all of us into every orifice on demand. You will deny us nothing. Any kink, any request, you will happily comply.”
My body screams yes to all of this, even as my mind is still unsure and anxious.
“And if I don't?”
“Soren has been very clear about this in his nightly calls. You'll be punished. And Soren really enjoys punishment.”
I'm crying softly again because his words are terrifying, especially with the solemn way he delivers them. He isn't kidding. None of them are kidding. When Soren first said I belonged to them, I didn't realize he meant it so literally, or that everyone was equally on board with these terms.
These men are every fantasy I've ever had, offering to act out every fantasy I've ever had. But it's one thing to touch yourself privately to your own dark thoughts; it's another to actually do those things. And it's still something else to be in the situation I find myself in.
He doesn't acknowledge my tears. Instead he says, “I've heard you over the phone, Livia. I know this is inside you. If I didn't think it was inside you, if I didn't think you needed this, I wouldn't be here.”
“What about Soren and Griffin?”
“I don't know about Griffin, but I know Soren would have taken you on any terms. And he will keep you under any conditions and at any cost. There's no negotiating with Soren so don't even bother.”
I allow this to sink in, even though I've never doubted for one moment Soren's ruthless nature. But Dayne isn't finished yet.
“And it isn't just the phone calls. The night of the proposal I tested you. When I shoved you against the wall and called you a cock tease you didn't cry or panic. I felt how wet you were, the way you pressed against me, your body begging for more. The others tested you, too. Even though he wasn't bluffing, Soren's threat was its own test. You were afraid but you didn't try to run. You were more aroused than you were scared. You just needed