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His gaze rolled over her. He hadn’t allowed her to clean up, not even when she asked so sweetly.
No. He wanted her to remember what he had done to her, and he wanted all the evidence, including her magnificent wetness, to stay on her body.
She had gingerly slipped into the dress he arranged with William to pick up from one of the boutiques on the ship and which Benny had delivered.
Seeing her flinch and watching her slow and measured movements as she put on the pair of shoes, he had also gotten William to purchase, made his cock harder than ever.
The thought of her coming to him to remove the clamps and the plug made his blood run hotter. She was perfection in every sense of the word and her scent had the power to drive him completely insane. She didn’t know the power she had over him.
He would give her one point for being daring enough to stroll through the cabin deliberately, and very much premeditatedly with nothing but her bikini bottoms, her gorgeous breasts bare, and her bra and towel dangling in her hands behind her.
But the idea that some other man, he fucking didn’t care that Benny was just a boy, that any male would see what was for his eyes only evoked a violent rage in him.
“Does this meet your approval?” she asked, sulking so prettily, that he wanted to rip that dress off and fuck her until she couldn’t walk.
He turned and faced her, and his heart thudded in his chest. It was a reaction he had never had to any other woman before. She’d had her back turned to him while she fixed her hair and applied a bit of makeup. The result was ethereal, indescribably exquisite. And all his. The dress draped her curves in all the right places and both the top and the bottom parts of the dress were able to conceal the clamps and the plug.
He closed the distance between them. His thumb glided over her lower lip.
“Be careful, sweetheart,” he said, warning her that he wouldn’t accept any tantrums from her. He glanced down at her dress, making her aware that one touch by him and he could have her crying out in pain again.
She swallowed and the thought of his cock sliding down her tongue to her throat ignited a deep rumbling in his chest. Fuck. He didn’t think his patience was going to last much longer.
With a hand firmly on her lower back, his fingers just almost touching the base of the plug, he guided her out of the cabin.
They walked for a bit, took an elevator, and soon they were in the main dining hall where they met Captain Halting, and his senior officers.
He smiled to himself when Everleigh couldn’t seem to stop fidgeting. She was afraid their dinner companions would know what was under her clothes.
He watched her carefully as she sat down. The way she ate the eight-course meal. The way she answered their companions’ questions and then encouraged the conversation to keep it flowing and the only sign of her discomfort was the way she swallowed.
The way she looked at him. The grimace she desperately tried to camouflage with a bright smile. He also knew she worried frantically on the inside that someone would be able to smell the wetness that he had instructed to remain on her thighs.
And the times when she accidentally moved the wrong way and the chain pulled at her nipples and played with the plug in her ass, she curled into him, clutching onto him until the pain subsided, hardened his cock evermore.
She was stunning. Smart. Witty. Funny. She could take on a variety of topics and when she didn’t understand something her questions were clear, and intelligent, with a hint of intrigue to her tone he found endearing.
Endearing was a word he never used in all his life.
He clenched his jaw and realigned himself. He wanted Everleigh Rose the way he wanted a priceless piece of art or a diamond. He wanted to own her because he enjoyed looking at her. Touching her. Hearing her voice. Making her come. And that meant no other man could do the same, so he branded her as his property. That was all. There were no other feelings involved. He wasn’t rigged that way. He had made sure of that a long time ago.
He could still smell her. The scent of her skin, her hair, her pussy. Her fragrance had infused itself in his brain, creating a line of addiction to her. He could still feel her. Her smoothness, the velvety silk of her pussy lips.
Everleigh was born to be his. Soon she would accept her fate.
Chapter Seven
As soon as they stepped into the elevator, alone again, Everleigh released a massive breath as if she had been holding it the whole time during the dinner. And she had. She had barely allowed herself to breathe, petrified it would trigger something inside her and she would embarrass herself for life in front of the captain and his crew.
She wanted nothing more than to kick off the shoes, obviously not before she allowed herself one more moment to appreciate their beauty. It probably cost more than she would make in a year if that.
She couldn’t believe she had sat through an entire multi-course dinner with a group of strangers while she wore nipple clamps and a butt plug.
She had never had to work harder in all her life to stop herself from begging Parker to remove the items right there at the table.
It had made her feel like an inferno, and she still had to worry if someone would notice anything odd about her. He had no idea what he had put her through.
Choosing anger over defeat, she decided donkeys could become presidents before she went to him and asked him to remove the clamps and plug.
