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And again.
And all the while, her breathing got faster and shallower. He watched her pupils dilate. Faint beads of nervous heat appeared at her temples. Conrad wondered how long it would take before the panic completely overwhelmed her.
“Aren’t you going to say something?” she asked, finally. The words sounded torn straight from her, and she looked like they must have hurt, coming out.
“I am not the one who appeared at your door, in what I can only assume is desperation,” Conrad said, coolly. As if he hadn’t stared at her bloody mobile number for far too long, though she didn’t need to know that. Not when her anxiety made her nipples this hard. “What is it you have to say?”
She blew out her breath in a telling huff and wriggled in her chair, likely unaware that she was broadcasting her need to him. “I...”
But that was all she could manage.
Conrad didn’t let himself smile. “Let’s start here. What is it you want?”
His voice was kind, but implacable all the same. He watched as she blinked, clearly considering how she might answer that.
“I hope you remember what I told you at our last meeting,” he continued, while he could practically see her thoughts scrolling across her forehead. “Don’t lie to me. If you don’t know something, say you don’t know. If you don’t want to answer a question, say that. If it turns out that you thought you wanted one thing only to discover that really, you wanted another, that’s fine, too. But everything that happens after this moment must be based on trust and honesty.”
Her gaze brightened. “You mean, like, safewords?”
“I see you’ve been doing your homework.”
“It seems straightforward enough. As a concept.”
He smiled, then, unable to help himself. “I certainly hope not. What would be the fun in that?”
She frowned at him. He took that as evidence that she was remembering herself. Recovering her equilibrium, getting her feet beneath her. Rediscovering that mouth of hers.
Good. He wanted her desperate for release—and desperate to please him—not actually desperate.
“You’re acting like I’m some big pathological liar, which I’m not,” she said, rudely. But that was her equilibrium coming back, so Conrad didn’t react to it. “But I don’t know how I’m supposed to be setting new records in honesty when you’re...doing stuff.”
Conrad sighed, let her hear it, and watched as her frown turned more worried than defiant. Excellent progress. “We’re not concerning ourselves with ‘doing stuff’ right now. That comes later. Maybe. Depending on how this conversation goes.”
She switched back to frowning at him. “Well, I didn’t come here for conversation. I came here for—”
“I understand exactly what you came here for.” He let his voice shift, then. All dominant, as an experiment, just to see what she would do.
But he already knew.
And she didn’t disappoint him. Rory’s eyes widened, and then she went quiet.
“This isn’t a blind date,” he said quietly, with all that authority still there in his voice. And the way he gazed at her, patient enough—but hard and stern. “You already know what’s behind the locked door in my house. I felt your pussy tighten around my fingers while you came.”
She was breathing heavily again. He doubted she realized he could hear it. “I remember.”
“I’m sure that you do, or you wouldn’t be here now. But this isn’t a seduction, Rory. This is an interview. One you might very well not pass.”
She looked flushed and cranky, then, which was truly one of his favorite expressions any woman could wear. Particularly this woman.
“Okay. I don’t really know what that means, but whatever you want.”
He reminded himself that for her, that was the equivalent of rising to her feet, putting her hands behind her head, and presenting herself for his sensual inspection.
“That’s an excellent start.” He settled back in his chair. “I asked you a question.” When she only stared at him, he relented, though he kept his expression stern. “What do you want?”
She didn’t toss an answer right back at him. Maybe she might actually have listened to what he’d told her, would wonders never cease.
But his cock stirred at the notion that this girl could truly be taught.
