“I admire you,” she says, and I rub my jaw. “You can give the compliments, but can’t take one.” She smiles.
“It’s different coming from you,” I say gruffly.
“Why?” She laughs lightly.
“You don’t realize how much you mean to us.” I grab her wrist. “To me. The bond draws us to you, but it can’t force us to love. We trust the universe to send us the one most compatible, yet it is up to us to build on that foundation. Everything you are appeals to me.” I drag her hand down. “Yes, we are attracted to you.” I guide her hand to my cock. “Obviously, we want you, but it’s so much more than that. We can sense your kindness and giving soul. Your willingness to accept us, the dark parts and all, is intoxicating. You calm our animals and simultaneously call out the beast.” I squeeze her hand around me, and her mouth parts. “The calm you praise me for is at its limit. If you aren’t ready for me, leave my lap.” I stare at her, waiting for her decision, and release her hand. She doesn’t move. “If you are ready, once I have you, there will be no going back. I have waited, watched my brothers fall deeper under your spell, and been both grateful and impatient for my turn. There is no competition, our bond will be different than theirs. The time we spend together is what we need and no one else. I will demand that you follow my lead. I set the pace. I will take care of you in every way.” Her scent swirls around me, leaving no doubt what she wants, yet everything we do will be discussed and consensual. “Are you ready for me?”
“Yes.”
“What's your word?”
“Ballet.”
“Say it, and everything stops. Say,'stop,'and I'll back away. We'll talk about what scared you, and how I can adjust. If you don’t like something, we won’t do it. If you want to talk it through, that’s what we will do. I won’t be mad. Your pleasure is what's important. Our time together should be nothing to be scared of. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Have you ever been bound?” I ask.
“No.”
“Is it because you don’t want to be, or it’s never appealed to you with anyone?”
“I’m not opposed. I’ve never felt the urge to give over that control.”
“Do you with me?”
“Yes.”
“Excellent. Are you ready? Any concerns?”
“None,” she rasps.
“Take off my belt,” I command, and she gasps.
I wait as she straightens slightly, her gaze drifts down. Her fingers crawl up and trace the leather. I grit my teeth as her skin flutters over mine while she undoes the buckle. She doesn’t fumble, her hand is steady as she does as I demand. When it’s loose, she slowly pulls the leather, inch by inch. She meets my eyes when it clears the last loop. My mate is seducing me even though I am the one giving the orders.
“Done, Daddy,” she says, and I want to laugh.
“Good job, Princess.” I didn’t think I could get any harder until she called me Daddy. “Put it in my hands.” I hold my palms flat, and she gently places it in my hands. “Thank you. Now hold out your arms, wrists together.” She does it easily. “If the leatherhurts, let me know. I'll take it off immediately.” I glance at her as I wrap it around her wrists, and she nods. “Give me the words.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she says.
“Thank you. Always vocalize your answers, please,” I say.
“I will,” she says firmly.
I finish securing her and sit back.
“Beautiful,” I say, and tilt my head. “I want you to stand up and bend over my desk.” Her scent of desire erupts.
Yes, we are compatible. My Princess is begging to follow my commands.
I can’t wait to hear all the ways she will continue to beg.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Haven
