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“I’m yours.”
“Not good enough. Say you’ll obey me, surrender to me.”
“I belong to you for now and forever. I’ll obey your every command, submitting to everything your heart desires.” Just saying the words was cathartic, breaking the last shroud of armor that we’d both placed around ourselves. I wanted nothing more than to belong to him. It felt right. Perfect.
Because there was love between us, not just the ache of desire that had kept us on a plateau. I was breathless, my pulse skyrocketing. When he lifted and cocked his head, the mischievous look in his eyes returned, but everything about him screamed of domination.
He sat down on the bed, his upper lip curling. “You’re such a bad girl. Discipline first.”
“For what?”
“Snooping, for one thing. Terrifying me for another.” He pulled me over his lap, the moment more intimate than my previous spankings.
I wiggled several times, creating a wave of friction, his scattered growl sweet music. Then he brought his hand down several times, smacking me with determination. A sting erupted from deep within, the realization I craved his firm hand still surprising. I whimpered, struggling as I’d always done.
“Be a good girl,” he instructed.
“I’m always a good girl.”
He laughed, cracking his palm from one side to the other. “You just think you are.”
“Not fair.”
“How many times do I need to tell you that life isn’t always fair, but it is just. I’ll always give you what you need and what you deserve.”
There was such conviction in his voice, the man knowing me far too well. However, I would forever be the woman refusing to give in, still struggling enough he was forced to toss one leg over mine, jerking me back into position.
“Be careful or I’ll start again,” he murmured, although his tone was just as controlling as the man.
I closed my eyes, the pain sliding up and down my legs. Just as I’d experienced before, the anguish morphed into utter pleasure, so much so I continued rubbing my aching pussy across his lap. There was no doubt I was making him crazy. I was so wet, slickening his thighs, the scent of my intense desire wafting between us.
Panting, I could easily have an orgasm. While he spanked me long and hard, I continued tingling all over, trying to control my breathing as he made certain he smacked his hand on the tops of my thighs. He wanted me squirming on every seat for at least a full day, remembering that he owned me.
As if I could forget the powerful man even for a second.
Without another word, he rolled me off and onto my back, pushing me into the middle of the bed. Then he lifted my legs, spreading them wide open.
“Stay right there. Do not move.”
I watched as he moved away, and I struggled to see what he was doing. When he walked out of the room, I took a deep breath, trying to obey his command. He returned only a couple of minutes later. In his hands were a bowl and a single rose. As he approached, allowing me to see his eyes, I could sense such conviction in them, the lust turning into something else entirely.
A knowing smirk was on his face as he walked closer, easing the bowl onto the nightstand, the rose on the bed beside me. When he crawled onto the sheets, he took a deep breath, his fingers wrapping around the rose. Everything about the moment was sensual, but he was fully in control. I took several shallow breaths as he tickled my nose with the aromatic rose, the scent filtering all throughout my system.
Santiago took his time, brushing the petals down my cheek to my neck, his breathing ragged as he slowly rolled the flower between my breasts, around one nipple then the other. Everything about lying on a bed of rose petals was luxurious, making me feel like a princess.
“Arms over your head,” he commanded and I instantly obeyed. The smirk remained as he took his time caressing me, the softness of the petals scintillating. “Close your eyes. Do not open them until I tell you it’s okay.”
He was testing me, determining if I really could place all my trust in him. I folded my hands together, still tingling from the delicate sensations as he embarked on additional exploration, brushing the rose down one leg then up the other. When he brushed it up and down my pussy, I couldn’t hold back several moans.
I felt sinful yet beautiful, the passion we shared still considered forbidden. The thought added to the excitement, goosebumps flowing along every inch of my skin. I was so alive, flames licking at my nerve endings. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, awakening every one of my senses, pushing me toward the sweet release of ecstasy.
When I could tell he’d pulled away, I also disobeyed him, opening my eyes. “What are you doing?”
“Be quiet, sweetheart. Remember. I own you.”
Just his words kept me on edge, the anticipation of what he had planned driving me crazy. The weight on the bed changed and I heard the drawer again. What was he retrieving this time? I didn’t have long to wait in order to know.
He gripped my wrists together, wrapping a strap around them. “Just in case you think you’re going to ignore my rules.”
