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“Show me.” I demand. He raises a pale, almost invisible, brow at me. “Prove it. Show me what I can be.”
He shakes his head infinitesimally, then sighs.
When he speaks, his voice has taken on a lower, more authoritative quality. “Strip.”
I smirk as my pulse spikes, false bravado taking forefront to camouflage my nerves. “What?”
“You heard me. Do as I say, first time, or I walk.”
A sudden rush of excitement courses through my veins as I raise my shirt over my head. I take it off slowly, revealing my tattoos and my toned stomach, and finally my breasts. His eyes roam over my skin, and I can see the desire building in them. My nipples pebble under his appreciative gaze.
I reach down to remove my boots, setting them to one side along with my socks, and then I shimmy out of my jeans, revealing that I’m bare underneath.
As I stand there, in front of him, almost naked, I feel a sense of vulnerability that I haven’t felt in a long time. I’ve always been the one in control, the one calling the shots. But now, with him standing there, I feel like I’m his to control.
“Good,” he says as he walks towards me. The heat of his fingers brushes over my tattoos, tracing the intricate designs but still not making contact with me. I shiver at his ghost-touch, at the heat of his body so close to mine.
He leans in, his lips almost touching my ear as he whispers, “You’re a work of art, Kayla. And I can’t wait to explore every inch of you.”
His hot breath continues to caress my neck, and my heart begins to race. Each breath that he takes, right on my neck, sends a shiver of need straight to my clit. His cock presses against my thigh, and I moan at what his touch does to me.
He doesn’t say anything else, he doesn’t need to. His lips ghost invisible kisses down my neck, and then that mouth that was just speaking in hushed tones is finally upon my skin, sucking and licking.
His teeth graze my neck, just barely breaking the skin and making me gasp. My knees buckle and threaten to give way, but he stops abruptly and admonishes me.
“No. This won’t do.” He points to one of the large wooden tables. “Lie down. On your back.”
His voice is rough and commanding and completely unexpected. It sends a shiver down my spine to be spoken to like this.
My body obeys him, even as my brain rebels, and I lie down on the nearby table, legs spread, breasts bared. When he looks down at my body I can see the desire in his eyes.
He drops to his knees between my legs, his hot breath on my pussy, and I part my legs wider, inviting him to explore me, but all he does is continue to breathe on me. Part of me wants to demand he do something. Part of me wants to beg. But I stay silent because this feels a lot like a test. And I’ve never wanted anyone’s approval a day in my life, but fuck if I’m not keen to impress Ghost.
After a moment, he stands and takes a long lick from my ankle up my calf to my knee. He draws his tongue along the sensitive flesh, leaving a hot wet trail in its wake. My toes curl and my foot lifts off the table in response. He bites my knee, not painfully but not gently either, and my arousal drips onto the table below me.
His hands tighten on my calf as he works his way down my thigh, this time coming closer to my pussy with each kiss and bite but stopping before he reaches the promised land. By the time he returns to my ankle, I’m on fire. My hands reach for him in desperation, but he’s too far away. can just barely touch his white-blond hair with my fingertips, but I don’t make contact. Stroking my fingers through his hair wouldn’t give me the contact I need. I need his mouth on me. I need his lips, his tongue, his teeth. God, I need his cock.
He looks up at me, his light grey-blue eyes almost glowing. He knows what I want, and he’s going to give it to me. But he’s going to make me beg for it.
He moves up my body, kissing his way to my breasts. My nipples are hard and aching for his touch, but he bypasses them and continues his slow, torturous upward trek. My hands are fisted in his hair now, and I know I’m pulling on it hard, but he doesn’t complain. Instead, he places soft kisses on my skin as he moves. I don’t register where he’s gone until his mouth is on my throat. He soothes the tender skin there with his tongue, and this time he doesn’t stop until he reaches the junction between my neck and my shoulder.
His hot breath is on my neck, and my heart is pounding in my ears.
“Beg for me, little pet,” he whispers.
I have to fight against the wave of frustration that threatens to overcome me. Begging out of frustration is not my style, and I’ve never craved someone’s touch so much in my life.
“Please,” I manage, my voice cracking. He doesn’t answer. Instead he pins my hands above my head. His cock presses against my thigh, and my hips buck in response. But he doesn’t give me what I want. Instead, his mouth explores my stomach, licking and sucking before biting softly.
My pussy is aching, desperate for him, but he continues to avoid it. I feel his hot breath right below my belly button, and then he’s kissing me there, fucking that shallow little dip with his tongue and making me shudder all over.
“Ghost—” I cry.
He pulls away and fixes me with a stern stare. “My name is Silas Donnelly. You use my last name or you call me Sir. Do you understand?”
I nod. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” His words are like a whip.
