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But nothing happened. Instead, he ordered her to kneel beside him and took out his laptop and started working. He spent hours engrossed in whatever work had gotten his attention. Every now and then, he reached down to pet her hair as if she were a domesticated pet curled at his feet.
Saskia leaned her head against his thigh and tried to process everything that had happened that day. She hadn’t had the opportunity to think since she’d bumped into him in thePiazza.Everything had happened so fast. The revelation of his identity alone had taken up nearly all the space in her brain as she’d dutifully packed her things.
Because no matter how much the possibility of escape and freedom had screamed at her, and no matter how much her previous feelings for Lachlan bumped against the new revelation of Quill, all she wanted was to learn from him and to be painted by him. And all the rest... it wasn’t as if these were new thoughts. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t masturbated to a scenario not unlike this one countless times already.
What difference was the reality going to make?
He finally closed the laptop and looked down at her. Saskia held her breath, both scared and excited over what might be next. He took her hand and stood, leading her to a door on the opposite end from where they’d had dinner. Behind this door was a bedroom.
The bed was probably a queen. Not a giant bed, but large enough for two people to comfortably toss and turn on. The bedding was all white, stark against a black steel frame. The headboard had sturdy, steel bars—something Saskia could easily imagine being tied to.
Her attention shifted a few degrees to the right. A large black metal cage sat beside the bed with fluffy white bedding inside that matched what was on the bed. It was plenty large enough for a person to stretch out and lie down, even to sit in, but not large enough to stand.
Quill withdrew a key from his pocket and unlocked the cage. “Inside.”
Saskia crawled in through the door and stretched out on the bedding. He locked the cage behind her. She watched as he undressed down to boxer briefs and hung his suit in the closet. He disappeared down the hall, and she heard water running. It went on for a while.
He returned wrapped in a dark blue towel. Stray drops of water slid from his hair and rolled down his tan, muscular back. Saskia couldn’t stop staring. He dropped the towel, revealing an ass and thighs as muscled as the rest of him. No tan-lines.
She’d never paused to consider whether he tanned or if this was his natural complexion, and she was no closer to knowing. Nevertheless, an image of him lying naked on a beach somewhere jumped into her head unbidden.
When he turned, she gasped at his erection. But why should she be surprised? It was just as intimidating as everything else about him. Had she expected anything less?
Quill moved to stand beside the cage and looked down at her. Saskia reached through the bars, her fingers barely skimming over his cock. He smacked her hand, and she jerked it back into the cage.
“No. I don’t recall saying you could touch me.”
But he’d taken her for this, right? He was hard. Didn’t he want...? Didn’t he want her to please him?
He gripped the top of the cage with one hand and his erection with the other and began to stroke himself. “Spread your legs. I want to look at you.”
But not fuck her? Not be touched by her? Not get a blow job even?
Somehow this felt more objectifying than if he’d just fucked her or ordered her to suck him off. And from the hard look in his eyes, he knew it, too.
He took in the full picture of her splayed naked beneath him, then he stared into her eyes, jerking himself off. Minutes later, he came on her.
“Don’t wipe it off,” he said, his voice little more than a growl.
She lay still as his spendings slid off her hip, making a wet spot on the bedding.
Quill shut the light off so that only a thin strip of illumination spilled in under the door. Then he got in his own bed. Saskia tried to keep her tears quiet, but it wasn’t working.
After a few minutes of this, he sighed. “Why are you crying?” As if he didn’t know how much this hurt her, how much he was humiliating her. It wasn’t even what he’d just done. In some artist-worshiping part of her brain, the whole sordid thing aroused her.
“You’re making me sleep in a cage?”
“You have to earn a spot in my bed. And I told you, you’ll beg for my cock like a good little slut.”
More tears.
Quill moved to the edge of the bed and slipped his hand inside the cage. “Come here.”
Saskia went to him. He stroked the back of her neck. “I can’t do all the things I want to do with you until we get home. It’s better if we wait. Just try to appreciate this space I’m offering you to process your situation. It’s a gift.”
It didn’t feel like a gift. It felt like he was punishing her already.
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