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“Already starting with the insolence, I see…”
I smile. “Just want to be sure we’re following the rules.”
Edwin walks over to me, stops only an inch away. None of his body touches me, and yet I feel a fire coming off of him. No wonder the doorknob was hot.
His black eyes are somehow blacker than usual, all pupil where there should be iris. “When it comes to matters like these, I always follow the rules.” He lifts a finger and presses it against my sternum. “It’s you who seems to have trouble with that.”
I smirk and then peer around his shoulder at the St. Andrew’s cross.
It daunted me the first time I saw it, but after realizing what I have managed to handle from Edwin, his sweet forms of torture, I want it.
I’m salivating for it.
I brush past Edwin.
He makes no move to restrain me, but he does cluck his tongue.
I approach the cross, stand before it with a smile, and then turn back to Edwin.
“What do you think?”
“About?”
I grab one of the cuffs hanging off the x-shaped leather pillar. “This?”
“We have to begin the scene, Sonia.” He seems to be measuring his words and tone.
I tilt my head to the side, letting my hand drift down the edge of the cross. “Let’s begin, then.”
Edwin’s eyes flare. A reminder, he is the Dom, he is the one in control.
But I’m feeling a little bratty.
“Take off your clothes. All of them.”
I look at him from beneath my lashes. “Yes, sir.” That is a demand I have no problem appeasing.
I undo the front of my blouse and remove it. Then the skirt, which falls to my feet, leaving me only in a bra, underwear, and high heels.
Edwin stands there. He does not grab his hardening cock, nor does he smile. Just watches.
But I smile. I can’t help it.
His gaze still makes my heart race.
But I’m not scared and I’m not resistant. I want more.
I snap the bra off first, goosebumps breaking out across my skin, my nipples hardening. Then, I go for the underwear and let them drop too.
“Leave the shoes on.” Edwin rounds the center table, coming toward me.
I let him overpower me, grab me by the wrists and slam me up against the cross.
I bend my head back with a hissing low laugh.
“Don’t you dare drop your wrists,” Edwin growls as he fastens one hand to the cross.
“Yes, sir.”
