“Everything stops, Sir.”
“Would you like to say stop now?”
She gave the net another thorough inspection before shaking her head.
Thank fuck.
I took a few large steps back, putting some space between us. She tried to follow before I bit out, “Don’t move.”
Her body rocked to a stop. When I took a couple more steps, ending near the net, she lifted her hands to untuck and retuck her hair.
She’s nervous
Good.
I knew what I wanted. What I’d been thinking about since the dream I had. What fueled every fantasy and self-given orgasm while I stroked my dick thinking of her.
But I still hesitated. I liked to push her, but not to the point where she would end things. And I wasn’t sure if my demand would be what shoved her over that edge.
I gave it anyway, fully prepared to back down if she said the word. “Crawl to me.”
“W-what?” she stammered.
“I want to watch you drop to your hands and knees in that pretty dress, and I want you to crawl to me.” Since I was already putting my cards out on the table, I spelled out the rest of what I had planned for the night so she knew what she was agreeing to. “And then I want to hurt you.”
“W-what?” she stammered again, and that time it came out even more staggered. “Why?”
“Because I’d like that. And, more importantly, I think you would like it, too.”
Her laugh was little more than a sarcastic scoff. Forced and fake, like she was doing what she thought she should.
Not what she actually felt.
“Do peoplelikebeing hurt?” she added.
“Yes.”
Her fuckable lips parted into a perfectOthat I wanted to slide my dick into. “Why?”
“Lots of reasons. It makes them feel. It distracts them. It calms them.”
Her eyes flared, and even from a distance, I could see that had her.
“And if you’re wrong?” She smoothed out her skirt, all prim and proper and begging to be dirtied up. “If I don’t like it?”
“Then you say stop, and everything stops. You always have the power, siren. This time, I’m giving you my trust as I ask for yours.”
“Giving me your trust how?”
“Because I’m showing you something I like. Something I haven’t trusted anyone enough to do in a long,longtime because I didn’t want them to twist the experience into a twenty-part story of my abuse, or for them to agree to what they weren’t into just to be able to say they fucked me. If you run online and tell the world, it’d fucking suck.”
It was an understatement.
And to say Greer was insulted was an understatement, too.
Pushing her shoulders back, her eyes narrowed in a pissed off glare. “I would never do that, and not just because of thetwoNDAs I signed.”
“I know. We wouldn’t be having this conversation if I had any doubts.”
