“I understand that you are upset. I do. However, I will not stand by while you break my most important rule,” I snarled, leaning in so my face was inches from hers.
She swallowed thickly before breaking eye contact and murmuring, “I couldn’t help myself.”
Lie. It was written all over her face. Yanking her hand from her skirt, I forced three of her fingers into my mouth. The sweet essence left behind on her fingers had my cock jumping to life even as I removed her digits from my lips. “Bullshit. You wanted to push me. You wanted me to see you break my rules.”
“Fuck you…John” She tugged her hand from my grip. A light flashed in her eyes letting me know she wanted to call me Master. She’d called me that more than she’d used my actual name.
“Oh, no, Precious. That is where you are wrong. I will be fucking you…and soon. Just be thankful that I have more control and discipline than you do. If I had my way, you’d be bent over this desk with my dick so deep you’d never forget who I am and just how much you mean to me.” As the words left my lips, I slid my hands up her arms, slowly trailing over her shoulders until I could cup her bare neck. “We need to talk.”
“No,” she instantly replied, but made no move to make me release her or break the eye contact.
“We will. I refuse to let you go without fighting for you. Fighting for everything we can have. Everything we both need.” I released her neck to rub a thumb over her cheek. “Meet me tonight. You know where and when. I’ll be waiting.” Not wanting her to forget who she was dealing with, I lowered my mouth to her ear. “I won’t fuck you tonight. I’m going to make you beg for it. You know, I can make you beg like you’ve never begged before. When I finally get my dick in you there will be no doubt who is fucking you, who is your master, who you belong to. Absolutely nothing about my face or name changes who you are to me and just how much I need you.”
Pressing a hard kiss to her lipstick-coated lips, I stood and retreated to the door. Just as I stepped through it, I turned and gave her one last look. “Don’t disappoint me, Precious.”
Like it or not, I was her dominant and I couldn’t stand by while she not only purposefully pushed me, but also gave in to her addiction. She was stronger than that. I would make sure she got that in her head when I got her in private. With or without me, she would not be giving into her addiction if I had anything to say about it.
Being that close to her, smelling her, touching her, had been intoxicating. The only thing that kept me from taking things any further was knowing she was still reeling from finding out my identity.
Passing time while waiting until Alix got off work was almost painful. Once it was time, I slipped down the back elevator before speeding to the club. My palms were sweating and my knee bounced the entire drive. She would show. She had to. I refused to entertain the idea that she might not.
In my room where I could see all the screens, I waited for Alix. I had worn my favorite suit just for her. This would be the first time she was with-out her blindfold and I wanted to look my best. As I paced back and forth in the small room, I double-checked my tie and smoothed my shirt, then my coat. Finally, the door slowly opened and Alix slipped inside the dressing room. Staring at the screens, I clasped my hands behind my back so I didn’t keep adjusting my suit.
Alix paused for a single moment before stepping into the playroom fully dressed.
Taking a deep, calming breath, I entered through my own door to find my beautiful Precious already on her knees. Her head was down, her silky strands keeping her face from me. Stepping closer, I fought to keep my voice calm as I instructed her to stand.
Her loud, rapid breathing could be heard from my spot across the room. Unexpectedly, her eyes lifted to lock with mine as she slowly stood. Wobbling on her heels for a brief moment, it took her a moment to settle — not once letting her eyes stray from mine.
“Strip.” The single word was raspy, torn from my throat.
One button at a time, she loosened the hold the suit coat had on her body before finally shrugging it off her shoulders so it could drift to the floor. Her eyes fluttered closed as she took a deep breath, then in one swift move she untucked her silk tank and pulled it over her head. As her eyes opened, the shirt floated to the ground next to her. It took a moment of fumbling before she was able to unzip her skirt. Releasing the material, it fell from her hips to pool around her heels as it revealed her black garter belt and nude stockings.
Stepping from the discarded clothing, she dropped to her knees again, spreading them wide as I had once asked her to do when I’d wanted to show her off. Her breathing was still audible. The creamy mounds of her breasts rose and fell with her rapid breaths.
Flicking open the single button on my suit jacket, I smiled down at her. “Now that is how I expect to find you in this room.”
Tilting her head back, her face was revealed as her hair slid back. A quick toss of her head had her hair flipping over her shoulders. With her hair out of the way, the pearls around her neck were revealed. Seeing where my eyes were locked, she said, “For you, Master.”
The most perfect woman was kneeling at my feet with my pearls around her neck as she gazed at me with a look of desire. Not need, desire — desire to please me, to have me give her what she needed.
Sinking my hand into her hair, I forced her head back. “Is that how you truly feel? Do you want everything I can give you? Or is it just a passing fancy?” I hadn’t meant to ask the question out loud, but it was out before I could stop it.
“I want to give you everything I am. I want everything you can give me. I want it all.” Her body was tense, but her voice left no doubt that she meant every word.
Releasing her hair, I stepped back from her. "Stand, Precious."
As she stood on the skinny heels, she wobbled again.
Reaching out for her elbow to steady her, I asked, "Do your feet hurt?"
"No, sir. I wear them all the time. I’m just nervous." Her answer came quickly, calmly. A small smile tilted her lips briefly.
I’d been dreaming about having her free of the blindfold, seeing me, but having her right in front of me, those eyes burning into mine, was different than I expected. She wasn’t looking at me with nerves or confusion. Instead it was confidence that shone brightly in them. If she was really nervous, her unsteady stance was the only sign of it.
Swallowing away my own nerves, I released her elbow. “Undress me.”
A low moan filled the silence before her hands lifted to rest upon my shoulders. Her breathing sped up briefly before she managed a few slow breaths. “Yes, sir.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. The tiny buttons of my dress shirt were quickly undone by her nimble fingers. After tugging my shirt from my slacks, her delicate hands slid firmly up the line of skin that had been revealed until they spread out at my shoulders. One hand slid up to caress my lips as her tongue dragged over her own.
Pushing her hands under my coat, she shoved the thick material from my shoulders to let it slide down my arms to the floor. Her fingers fisted in each side of my open shirt before she stepped into my body, pressing her skin against mine. Looking into my eyes, her hands moved to wrap around my wrists.
“These are easier to get off if I’m close.”
Somehow she had the cuff links out and tossed to the ground in seconds before her hands skimmed up over my shoulders to slip under the loose material and had it following the same path my coat had only moments before.
"You aren't done," I murmured when she stared at my chest for a few moments too long. I didn't know if she was hesitating or appreciating, but either way, it was taking too long.
"I know, sir. I was simply taking in all that I have been unable to before." Her eyes flicked upward for a brief moment as a smile flickered across her lips. Slowly, too slowly, her tiny hands made a path from my shoulders to my waist hitting every nerve ending along the way and making my body feel like it was on fire.