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His firm hand.
The way my skin exploded in heat.
The wetness between my legs.
Phoenix continued to finger my chin, the light touch stifling the air in the room. Then he pushed me away, heading toward the set of French doors. “Don’t disappoint me.”
“Where are you going?”
“I want to make certain the lesson is well received,” he said. I could swear there was a slight grin on his face.
“What does that mean?”
After pulling something from his pocket, he held it into the light. His switchblade. “I think a switch will do the trick. Now, ordinarily I’d require you to cut it, but on this gorgeous evening, I want to do it myself. When I return, I want you completely naked over my desk. Is that understood?”
I knew exactly what he was looking for, the respect that I’d skated around since the first time we’d kissed. “Yes, sir.”
He seemed amused instead of pleased, but accepted my gesture, the stern look remaining on his face as he opened the door. “I don’t think I need to say it, but do not leave this room under any circumstances.”
“I won’t. Sir.”
When the door was shut, I took a deep breath. I’d yet to receive a return call from Elizabeth and I was nervous, uncertain if I was hopeful that she’d find something or not. If she did, I had a feeling Phoenix would be on the first plane to Miami.
I was second guessing myself more than I had before. If only I could go back and have a long discussion with my father. Maybe the answers I was hoping to find wouldn’t be there, the reason why he left not something he could tell me.
Or maybe I was just mind fucking myself.
I moved toward the doors, the darkness crowding out the light. He’d disappeared, which pushed another wave of butterflies into my stomach. Swallowing was already becoming difficult, the anticipation killing me. While the ugly fear that I’d fought since almost being taken had passed, the apprehension of knowing that this war that had been started was far from being over was gut-wrenching.
As I started to remove my clothes, the lightheaded feeling became worse. There were several reasons, including that my panties were already soaked, so much so the scent was wafting into the air. But I did as I was told, my hands shaking as I slowly removed the dress. He’d spanked me before. Why was it bothering me more than it had then?
When I was fully undressed, I threw another look toward the closed door then a gulp of my wine before moving the glasses out of the way. Then as I leaned over, I tried to control my breathing. Nothing in my life had ever prepared me for the knowledge or acceptance that I craved a man’s firm hand, surrendering to his needs.
Especially one so dominating and sinfully tempting.
Seconds turned into minutes, and I was suddenly struck by the horrible thought that something might have happened to him. Was this going to be the way my life went, worrying about him every time he left the house?
The answer was easier than all the others I’d asked myself.
Yes.
Resoundingly yes.
Cringing inside, I gritted my teeth, trying to be the patient girl I knew he wanted me to be. After another full two minutes had passed, I pressed my face against the cool wood, counting to ten.
Then twenty.
When I finally heard the door, I sucked in and held my breath.
“Did you miss me?” Phoenix asked as he brushed his fingers down my spine. His arrogance was shining through, keeping me close to a delicious edge. When he pushed his hand between my legs, I shivered visibly.
The single hard crack on my bottom forced a yelp.
“When I ask you a question, you will answer it.”
His voice was darker, more seductive and my mouth was suddenly very dry. “Yes, and yes, sir.”
“Mmm… Better.” He pulled my legs further apart, patting me on one thigh before rolling his finger around my clit. “My beauty is already wet, glistening in the light. I think you crave and thrive on pain.”
