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I manage a nod.
‘Do you want me to command you?’
‘Yes.’ It’s breathy, a whisper, and his eyes flare at the sound, their depths glittering.
‘Have you ever submitted to anyone before that night with Electra?’
‘No. And we never...’ a small shake of my head ‘... I told you, we never got further than what you saw.’
‘So, I would be your first?’
I wet my lips, catch the tip of his thumb still there. ‘Yes.’
‘Fuck.’His curse surprises me, its severity all the more. ‘Do you know how much I’ve thought of that night? Of you on your knees with that collar around your neck, your nipples clamped while she...while she stroked you with that thing.’
My need seeps between my legs, my clit pulsates. ‘I have a thing...a crop.’ Shallow breath. ‘Upstairs.’
His thumb and forefinger grip my chin. ‘You do?’
‘I do.’
He swallows again, his hand falling away. ‘Then lead the way.’
I go to walk around him.
‘Without the towel.’
My lips twitch as his command makes my pulse leap, my clit pound and I loosen it from around me, let it fall to the floor.
‘Very good, Little Kitten.’
CHAPTER TEN
Valentine
JESUS,I’MNOTdoing this. We’re not.
Only I am. The beast in me is well and truly alive now. Four years dormant and now... Now I get to unleash it with a woman as willing, as appealing as Olivia.
I tune out the voice in my head telling me to stop as I follow her through the dark house. The only sound our bare feet against the hard white tiles and every breath too loud in my ears. She turns her head enough to check I still follow, in the hall, on the stairs... When she reaches the landing she doesn’t head to the room we were in earlier; she continues up to the next flight and the next. I don’t even question it.
There’s one door at the top and her hand pauses over the knob. She looks back to me. Says nothing. I watch her shoulders lift with a breath and then she opens it.
The room beyond is vast, even with the slope to the ceiling and the heavy wooden beams that cut through. It’s swathed in moonlight from a glass wall that extends along the back, its view overlooking the rear of the house. It’s a sympathetic conversion, one that blends with the street from the front, but from the inside it’s something else and I realise this is the master bedroom, not the room we were in before.
Thisis the room she shared with her husband.
She continues to walk ahead of me, to where a bed floats in the centre covered in pure white linen. There’s a roll-top bath in the corner, two more doors that I imagine lead to a toilet and a dressing room since the only furniture I can see includes a plush grey chaise longue, a wall-mounted TV and a chest of drawers. A display of artwork that even without the artist’s name I can recognise as expensive and original.
She kneels before the bed, reaches beneath and pulls out a drawer. I’m too far away to see what’s inside but then she’s lifting out what she wants...and for a second I forget what we’ve come up here for. Until she turns and there it is, in her outstretched hand—a riding crop. Her other hand is still tucked behind her back.
Hell, when I thoughtheused it onherI freaked. When she told me it had been her using it on him I freaked even more. It wasn’t what I expected. And from all I know of her, how she can hold a TV audience spellbound, a conference centre full of hundreds captivated, head a charity for years and inspire millions into supporting it... She is a woman to bow down to, to submit to, but...
She walks towards me, a fire in her eyes, a lift to the corner of her mouth as she raises it to me.
‘It’s actually new. I bought it in the hope...well, I’m not really sure...call it a moment of crazy and an internet shopping spree fuelled by wine.’ She shrugs, all coy now, and raises her other hand. ‘Same with this.’
I swear I stop breathing as I take in what else she has procured. A collar and chains. Not minutes ago, I was livid at the very idea of Nathan doing this to her, and he was with her for years and years. I’ve known her personally for all of five minutes... It feels like more though, so much more.
