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When she does finally cry out, her body convulsing beneath me, I keep going, milking every last drop of pleasure from her. I drink in her cries of ecstasy, savouring the taste of her release on my tongue.
As she slowly comes down from her high, I gently pull away from her, resting my forehead against her inner thigh. The sound of her ragged breathing fills the room, and I can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of satisfaction.How was that supposed to be a punishment?
I’ve given her what she needed, and in doing so, I’ve found something for myself too. The power to give, to please, to satisfy. It’s a new kind of power, one that doesn’t come from control, but from surrender. From allowing myself to be vulnerable, to be consumed by another person, body and soul. I don’t regret it. But only for her.
Odile finally opens her eyes, looking down at me with a mix of satisfaction and desire. “That was…”
“Far from being a punishment in my eyes,” I tell her.
She smiles. “Maybe. Maybe not. Can you help me up?”
I immediately do, helping her to sit and then passing her items of clothing back to her. I hope this silently signals that I accept the terms of her game; that I’m not looking for or going to demand more. I’m content and her pleasure has sated mine.
“If you’ll excuse me,” she says with a wickedly devious grin. “I have a wedding dress to shop for.”
“Here, take this,” I say, discarding my ruined shirt with a smirk and retrieving my wallet from my desk drawer. Not a thing – bar the fountain pen – is out of place, and I like that.
“For the dress, and whatever else you need,” I tell her, holding out my credit card.
She stares at it for a moment like it might bite her, and I see the war rage in her eyes. She doesn’t want to take my money, to take anything except pleasure from me, but she needs to. I need to get to the bottom of Odi’s seemingly destitute situation, but I’ll add it to the mental list. It’s hardly a priority when, in a matter of days, she’ll be mine and rich beyond her wildest dreams.
She takes the card from me without a word of thanks and I have to hide my grin. Smugness will most likely earn me a knee to the balls right now, and I don’t want to taint this morning.
“Take Kaiden or Zie with you…for safety,” I say, adding “please” as an afterthought.
She nods. I watch as she disappears from the room, her bare feet silent on the hardwood floor. A smile tugs at the corners of my lips. She’s magnificent. A force to be reckoned with. And, once I lay down the law with my brothers, all mine.
I can’t tell the others that I’m sleeping with my teacher. I didn’t know that’s what my father had in mind when he said be nice to her, but he soon made it very clear what his expectations were.
I told him I didn’t want to and it resulted in the worst beating of my life.
Now he seems happy. He hasn’t asked for details or proof of what I’m doing, but he did clap me on the shoulder and tell me to keep doing it.
He’s pleased.
Proud of me.
I just wish it didn’t feel so wrong.
God it’s been a surreal morning. Hell, the past twenty four hours have been crazy. And if I think back over the past few months since I came to Trinity, it’s been insane.
I’m not sure what’s going on between Axel and me. We seem to be in some kind of weird truce, a silent agreement to work together, to make this wedding happen so that we can concentrate on our goals afterward. He claims he wants to burnthe world down for me, but I don’t intend to let him. My goals are simple: take care of their fathers and get Rose back. But after that? I have no idea.
I don’t even know what Axel’s plans are.
There’s no time to worry about that right now though, because I have a wedding dress to buy. Once I clean up.
I race upstairs, in too much of a hurry to take in my surroundings and find the door to my room open, the bed made, and all traces of this morning’s debauchery gone. The curtains have also been opened and light is streaming in through the massive inverted ‘V’ shaped window which fills the entire wall. My breath catches, and my footsteps halt as I look out into a luscious, dense forest. It doesn’t matter that it’s wintertime, the trees are evergreen and as snowflakes softly float and dance in the air, I’m mesmerised.
It’s just like home.
The woods surrounding our houses were always my favourite place to be, holding all the secrets of our shared childhood, and all my fondest memories.
The location of Axel’s safe house is beautiful. But he must have another reason for choosing it. Maybe it’s well hidden or fortressed. He always has a reason for everything he does.
Which makes me think about what just happened downstairs. All of it. From pulling me into his lap – possibly to send Eowyn a message – to professing his submission to me – a definite joke because he’s incapable of backing down.
But he did back down on several points, didn’t he. The dress. Your hen do. The meeting before the ceremony. Giving you what you wanted on his desk…
