Page 39 of Watching Her

Seconds later, he pulled away, tugging on my bottom lip until he was able to slide his thumb inside.

And like a very good little girl, I sucked on the thick digit.

“Yes, you can be such a good girl when you want to be.”

Yet he wasn’t satisfied, backing away into the shadows of the room.

I was lost in the soulful depth of his eyes, moving toward the bed without any hesitation. As I crawled onto the sheets, I did so under his watchful eye. Since the first kiss, he’d captured my body. Now he was after my soul.

When would he come for my heart?

He was so enigmatic, his methods of dominating me allowing me to escape the sheer drudgery of my life. He’d become the controlling factor I never knew I needed in my life.

As I wrapped my fingers around the sheets, I closed my eyes. The feel of the rough pads of his fingers was refreshing, the touch leaving me tingling all over.

When he rolled the edge of the tawse down my spine, I shuddered audibly. When he smiled and with the way his eyes flashed, I sensed redemption at least for now.

The first strike was euphoric.

The second left me breathless.

And by the fifth, I couldn’t care less that I could no longer feel my legs. The sting was extraordinary, slipping ever so slowly into enraptured anguish.

He wasn’t lenient, nor did he have any intention of going easy on me. I’d disobeyed him. His rules. His commands. His requirements.

Crack after crack of the leather strands pulled me into a sweet abyss.

Tears formed in my eyes, yet my core throbbed, my pussy aching from near desperate need. I longed to have his big, thick cock buried deep inside. Fucking me. Claiming me.

Possessing me.

Every ragged breath slipping from my throat kept me lightheaded, the pain almost blinding, but I was soaring to a level I never knew existed.

Before him.

Before the man who’d awakened my soul.

Suddenly, Marlee’s hand snapped around mine, jerking me from the insanity of my daydream that had seemed all too real.

“Girl. You were a million miles away and about to dump a perfectly good glass of Krug champagne. That is a mortal sin, you know.”

My palms were sweaty and I blinked several times before realizing what I’d just experienced hadn’t been real. Goodness. What was wrong with me? Was my lack of sex life the reason I’d fallen into a fantasy coma for ten full minutes or longer?

I half laughed, although I was barely paying any attention to my best friend even if she and the lovely but very pushy bride-to-be had dragged me around Louisville for hours.

The sinful fantasy had caught me completely off guard.

“What is going on with you?” she pressed, still with a grip around my hand since the glass was tilted at a thirty-degree angle.

“I’m fine. Just thinking about work.” I smiled, lifting my eyebrows when she acted as if she wasn’t going to release her hold.

“You’re always thinking about work. I thought when you started a business of your own, taking time off was much easier to do.” Brittney appeared from the dressing room, obviously overhearing the conversation.

“Not just that. The painting arrived yesterday. The one I told you about.”

Marlee’s face lit up. “From what you told me, it sounds incredible. I can’t wait to see it.”

The painting was much larger than I’d remembered. “It’s so evocative.”