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I couldn’t hold myself away from her any longer. With a few strides, I was standing in front of her. I put my index finger under her chin, making her look at me. She was so small and dainty when she didn’t wear those crazy heels, which were incredibly sexy on her. She’d written to say I was adorable when, in reality, she gave the word a totally new meaning.
"I tried to sleep, but I couldn’t," she whispered. "I knew you didn’t have any meetings, so I was worried about you."
"I'm a big boy," I stated, trying to lighten the mood, and I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her closer to me. "Just admit you missed me," I teased her.
"I did miss you, sir," she uttered, and I felt her put her small hands on my arms, grazing the lines of my biceps with her fingers. Like most women, she was fond of strong, muscular arms. She deeply enjoyed their firmness, and when I pressed her against my chest, she gasped, holding them tightly.
I put my hands under her ass, and in one swift movement, I lifted her up and sat her on the kitchen counter. She giggled like a schoolgirl, making me smile as well. I fancied that bubbly sound very much.
I was standing between her legs, caressing her naked thighs and preparing myself to say words I hadn’t said in a very long time. I forgot how it felt to care for someone, how it felt to be with someone I actually wanted to be with. I needed to get used to those things again. I was by myself for years, and sharing had never been easy for me. But with Electra, I was willing to give it a shot. She was strong, passionate, and diligent. She possessed traits I valued very much. My gut had told me before that it could work between us, and I finally decided to take a leap of faith.
I put my hand on her cheek, and she leaned into my palm, enjoying my touch. I couldn’t stop staring at her. She looked like a small puppy when it got attention from its owner. Every move she made, her every glance was filled with grace and love. She had so much to give, and she was giving it to me. It felt incredible. This woman in front of me melted my ice-cold heart with her warmth and tenderness, and at the same time, she was strong enough to stand her ground, and she didn't let me take my anger out on her. What else could I want?
She was beautiful, captivating, and absolutely perfect in her own unique way. And she was mine. She’d signed the contract; she belonged to me. Her body, soul, everything. She gave me permission to do what I wanted. I had her consent. She gave me her submission, and as idiotic as I could be at times, I almost threw it out the window. How stupid was I?
"I’m sorry, princess," I muttered, watching her as her beautiful hazel eyes widened. "I shouldn’t say those words to you," I went on, and she took my hand off her cheek, holding it with both of hers.
"You’re right, sir. You shouldn't," she agreed, giving me a stern look. "For a second, I actually believed your words."
My heart painfully skipped a few beats, reminding me how much I cared for her, and I clenched my jaw.
"The hard truth is I understand your feelings very well," she stated, and I frowned, but she didn’t give me a chance to say something. "My mother has cheated on my father for their entire marriage. And for years, I couldn’t comprehend why he didn’t leave her. I felt responsible for them being together. I thought my father stayed with her only because of me."
She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer, and she squeezed my hand, which she was still holding. "I know it hurts, I know it feels like your dad willingly destroyed his own family, but it’s not your fault, sir." Her eyes held so much sincerity it was almost impossible. Her beautiful face literally begged me to believe her words, and I wanted to, but in my heart, I knew this was something I would never be able to put behind me.
"Is that why you wanted us to be monogamous?" I asked, and she nodded.
"Mostly yes, sir," she answered, and I brushed a few strands of her hair away from her face. "I can’t imagine sharing your attention with another woman. Can you imagine sharing me with another man?" she inquired, and I took a deep breath. Before, I hadn’t had a problem with it, but with her, I knew that I’d never let anyone touch her. I would agree if she wanted to play with a woman, but it would have to be done under my supervision. Other than that, my answer was no.
"Over my dead body," I stated firmly, and she gave me a wide, radiant smile. I put my hand back on her cheek and kissed her forehead.
"How much did you drink?" she asked when I pulled away from her, and I chuckled.
"Do I smell so bad?" I teased, and she shook her head.
"No, not at all. But you’re suspiciously nice," she answered, acting like she was studying me.
"Am I?" I raised one of my eyebrows at her. I grabbed both her wrists, but she pulled them and had them behind her back in no time. "You like it more when I’m rough on you, right, princess?"
I leaned closer to her, blowing air on her neck, kissing her gently. Her pulse raced under my lips, her breathing was uneven, and she was quivering in anticipation.
"I can’t take you tonight," I whispered into her ear regretfully, thinking about all the ways I could make her mine. But they all had to wait.
"Why?" she cried out, squeezing me between her thighs and trying to pull me closer to her.
"You’re too sore," I sighed, licking her neck. "I need you ready tomorrow."
"Do you need my mouth, too?" she asked, playfully smiling at me. I wrapped my free hand around her throat. With my thumb, I grazed her lower lip when she bit it, winking at me. I pushed it inside, and she started doing her magic, licking and sucking it like a professional.
"I can find some use for this hungry wet opening," I muttered, enjoying her warm tongue. "But first," I pulled my finger out, and she pouted at me. "I have something for you."
"Another present?" Her doubtful look made me grin. I nodded and let go of her wrists.
"Come with me." I helped her down from the counter and took her hand. Together, we entered my office, and I motioned for her to take a seat. She sat down in the leather armchair, watching my every move. I opened the highest drawer on the right side of my table and took out a rectangular black velvet box. I opened it, checking its content, and turned it around for her to see.
Just like I expected, her eyes widened, and she squealed, covering her mouth with her hands. From her reaction, I knew she was very well aware of what I’d just given to her. It was a one-inch-wide baby pink leather collar with a heart-shaped buckle in white gold and a lock. It was decorated with real pink diamonds. I’d paid a small fortune for this, and her sparkling, wet, happy eyes and wide smile, which she couldn’t hide behind her palms, were worth every penny.
In the middle of the box, on the red velvet, was a small pendant, which wasn’t attached to the collar. I wanted her to wear it at work as an item of ownership. She’d asked me about it a few days ago, and I’d told her that she would find out soon enough. Well, she did, and she was clearly very pleased, grazing her fingers gently along the lines of the heart diamond jewellery. It was cliche, but she was too old to be wearing the word “princess” around her neck without it being suspicious. So, in an attempt to make it unique, on the back side of it, my initials were carved with a reminder of her first punishment. It said, "my little liar. BT.”
