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"Don’t be scared, princess," he said softly, cupping my jaw with his big palm. "You just need to remember the rules."
I bit my lower lip, fishing the memory of writing down the lines from my brain. But the idea of no talking and no touching, with my head bowed all the time, wasn’t very exhilarating.
"Do you not want to come?" he asked, narrowing his eyes at me and studying my face.
"I’m not sure what to expect from it," I replied quickly, caressing his chest and flat abdomen with my palms. His muscles were hard like stones, and I desired to feel them without his white shirt blocking the skin-to-skin contact.
"Well." He leaned closer, his lips almost touching my cheek when he muttered his next words in his velvety voice, which made my whole body shake with need. "I bought you a nice outfit which will outline your natural beauty." He put his hand on my thigh, gently squeezing it. "I’m sure you’ll look amazing in it, and everyone will envy me."
I whimpered when he nibbled my earlobe, and with my trembling fingers, I unbuttoned his shirt, sliding my hand underneath, savouring the smoothness of his skin.
"At first, I’ll show you the real BDSM scene," he whispered, sending chills down my spine. "And then, I’ll play with your body," he continued, and I dug my nails into his back, tilting my head to the side, giving him better access to my neck. "I’ll let you taste the pleasure of my favourite whip, and I’ll deeply enjoy your screams and moans while I stroke your ass." He kissed his way down to the baby pink collar, which I was wearing. His hands were on my hips, rolling the shirt up, exposing my body to him to devour in every way he wanted.
"Perhaps I'll even let someone watch us"—he teased between the soft pecks moving back up to my ear—"because some people I know would be extremely pleased to see the obedient little fucktoy who will let me destroy her."
I grabbed his arms. His torturous dirty words made me moan when he abruptly stopped. In a swift movement, he pulled the shirt over my head, undressing me. My breathing quickened when he was staring at my chest like a hungry wolf, ready to feast on it.
"Sir?" I breathed, trying to make my foggy brain cooperate for a few seconds more. One of his statements was slightly disturbing to me, and I needed clarification.
"Yes, princess." He took both my nipples between his fingers, working them while he waited for me to say what I had in mind.
"Would you let…someone…" I moaned when he squeezed my sensitive peak, almost forgetting the question. "Watch us?" I finished, looking at his face when that signature devilish grin appeared.
"Are you scared, baby girl?" he asked sweetly, teasing me. I swallowed a moan when he skilfully massaged my globes. I looked down at his hands, cupping my breasts as I breathed hard.
"No," I whined, putting my palms on the table behind me, supporting my upper body. "I’ll gladly show everyone in your club my imperfect figure." I giggled when he gave me a confused glance, letting go of my nipples, trying to find out from my face how serious I was about my answer.
"Do you think they will like me?" I asked, batting my eyelashes and acting shy. "I have some stretch marks and my thighs and ass need some squatting."
"We’ll find out tomorrow," he answered, grabbing my hips and pulling me to him. I felt his hard erection between my legs, and I wanted nothing else but to pull down his pants and let him fuck me at that right moment. "I’ll allow the guests to score your performance."
"You wouldn’t," I gasped, seeing that I was losing. I tried to tease him back, but I wasn’t sure how far he was willing to go with his threats. I really wasn’t prepared to have sex in front of an audience.
"Wanna bet?" His face was deadly serious, and I had to admit defeat if I didn’t want to end up showing my pussy to his horny customers. I knew him well enough to know that with the right amount of teasing, I would be screwed.
"I would rather choose not to," I replied, watching as a wide smile settled on his face.
"You’re scared, princess," he stated, leaning closer to attack my neck again.
"I thought you don’t like to share," I pouted, acting offended. I turned my head to the side when he wanted to kiss my cheek, and he chuckled, cupping my jaw again and making me look directly in his eyes.
"I won’t ever share you, princess," he whispered. His gruff, soft voice instantly melted my concerns. "But I want everyone to know how lucky I am to have you."
I giggled like a schoolgirl, flattered and flushed by his words. From another man, it would sound cheesy and unrealistic, yet with him, it just felt different. I believed every compliment he gave, no matter how silly it was.
I loved the way he made me feel. His every look told me he craved me. His every touch whispered to me how much he desired to ravish every inch of me. I couldn’t resist those hungry crystal-blue eyes when he was staring at me like I was his next dessert. If he wanted me to hang from the ceiling, tied with ropes and balancing on one leg, I wouldn’t mind. Mostly because the reward was otherworldly. I had his attention, his body, and his mind. He concentrated only on me. The only thing missing was his soul.
I wished to have all of him; the good and the bad. I wanted to see his playful, boyish smile instead of grumpy groans, which he sent my way when he was annoyed. I would rather do something stupid to provoke him so he would punish me and use me for his pleasure, rather than him spending the evening alone, drinking in a bar. I knew I could be his safe haven. I knew I could be his perfect girl. If he just let me. Could I ask for that? Could I ask him to open up, to let me into his life completely?
The phone ringing disrupted our little teasing game. It was almost midnight, so it was probably serious when someone called so late. Mr Thorn answered it with a frown on his handsome face, still playing with my breast. I didn’t understand a word he was saying because he instantly started to talk in German. I sighed, admiring not only his stunning physique but also his intelligence.
According to the internet, he fluently spoke four languages. I had a hard time managing a basic conversation in French while he could have a business negotiation in it with a native Frenchman.
Sometimes, I felt so foolish around him. He had great possibilities thanks to his family, and he used his potential to the maximum. I could only dream about the school he attended or the courses he finished. Well, it was one of the many perks of being a member of the Thorn family.
"I need fifteen minutes, princess," he whispered, giving me an apologetic look. "I have to take care of this." He pointed to the phone with his index finger, and I nodded. I hopped down from his desk and took his shirt from the floor, pulling it over my head. I was as quick as possible because I didn’t want to interrupt him. His work was very important to him, and I respected it. I was prepared for a situation like this when he would need to deal with something, and I would have to spend the night alone.
I sat on the sofa in the living room, peering at my phone. I decided to give him the fifteen minutes he'd requested and then decide whether I'd go to bed with him or alone. I responded to a text from Zoe, my best friend, confirming our lunch date. I desperately needed some girl time. I just had to ask Mr Thorn if I could talk about our D/s dynamic with her. I didn’t want anyone to know, except her. She was like my sister, and she knew everything about me. Lying to her about all of this wasn’t an option.
