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“Not going to lie, I almost decked the dungeon monitor.”
Andy shook his head. “He was just making sure she knew she could safeword.”
“The first time, sure. But after the third time, he was just being a bitter asshole.”
The man was a Daddy Dom who didn’t understand the harsher side of BDSM. River told me later that he’d approached her before and she’d turned him down. To his credit, once mygirl got through her shyness and told him firmly she was fine, he’d backed off.
“Possibly. River brings out the protective urge in many Doms but you are the one she wanted. Seems to me that if you try to coddle her like everyone else, then you aren’t what she wants.”
Was that what I was doing? Hesitating wasn’t my style. I was an exhibitionist who loved pushing boundaries and so was she. River had once called me her loving asshole Master. I had to admit that I enjoyed nothing better than watching her skin flush red with embarrassment as her thighs pressed together trying to hide her arousal.
“You’re right. As much as I hate to say those words.”
“Well, my friend, if anyone can win back the heart and spread the legs of the fair maiden it’s you.”
We both laughed. It was time to stop trying to be someone else. But where to start?
Chapter 9
River
Something had changed in the few hours we’d been apart. The exciting tension in the room made my skin hum with anticipation. I’d cleaned and restocked rooms hundreds of times since coming to Rawhide but this was the first time I’d felt turned on by the chores.
Cade’s gaze was like a heated touch as I removed and replaced the old towels. It reminded me of the times back in the beginning of our relationship where he would sit down in a chair drinking scotch while watching me prepare him dinner. The tension of not knowing when or if he would interrupt me with something deliciously naughty had been almost as exciting as a full-blown scene.
I’d said I wanted him to act like himself but on some level I’d forgotten the intensity of being his sole focus. How could I have not remembered how painfully tight my nipples got as they brushed against my clothes knowing he was looking at me and taking in every movement? Just the slightest tipping of his lips upward was a rush that tightened my core.
His desire for me was like a flame in his eyes that made me struggle to stay calm and complete a simple task like straightening the pillows. I don’t know if he even realized that his head would nod when I’d done something exactly right or how his eyebrow twitched when he thought I was going to leave something half done.
That subtle affirmation had built me up like no flowery compliment could have. Not that he had been stingy with his words, but I knew all too well that words often hid more than they revealed. I struggled to voice how I was feeling and often fell back on my actions to speak for me. Especially at the beginning of our relationship when I hadn’t been able to say what I wanted though he’d edged me for endless hours to get me to admit my needs.
I wanted him to pull me out of my shell again. Push me, free me from all the doubts and insecurity that had wrapped me so tightly for the last year that I felt like I was ready to shatter under the pressure of my perfect persona. I was scared of what people would think, but if I was safe to be myself anywhere, wasn’t it here at this sanctuary for kink?
If I was strong, I just would have told him I wanted him to drag me down to the Dungeon by the hair and show everyone who I really was. What I really wanted. But the words were caught in my throat.
Soon I wouldn’t have any chores left to distract me, and if I wasn’t careful, he would take me out to dinner and another boring evening of denying myself what I really wanted. I might not be able to speak, but I knew him well enough to know what would push him out of his silent evaluation of me.
I opened his bottom drawer under the pretense of folding his clothes again but made sure to bend at the waist. I kept my legs slightly parted and turned so that the action would raise the hem of my uniform to expose my pussy barely covered by a red thong.I was so turned on I knew the fabric had to be damp. His barely audible growl was exciting as I smoothed and straightened each item in the drawer.
“Freeze.”
His command shot through me like lightning, but I did my best to hold still as he slowly stood and stalked toward me. His hand wrapped in my hair and he used it to slowly pull me to a standing position, he wrapped his other hand around the front of my throat and pulled me back against his chest.
With his hand collaring me and the heat of his body soaking into my back, I relaxed. This simple gesture of ownership was something I’d dreamed about more times than I could count. He tilted my head back so that it rested on his shoulder and I closed my eyes.
His mouth was so close to my ear I could feel his hot breath on my neck. I was prey, trapped firmly in the predator’s grip. He gave my earlobe a sharp nip and I ground my hips backward. Joy filled me as I felt his erection through his pants.
“You are playing with fire. Are servants supposed to tease the guests like this?”
The mixture of fantasy and reality made my breath catch. I’d forgotten he knew me as well as I knew him. Hoping he knew what I needed, I played along. “I don’t know what you mean, I was just making sure everything was perfect.”
Cade let go of his grip on my hair and ran his hand down my side and began slowly raising the hem of my dress. “Are you going to pretend you didn’t know you were displaying your obviously non-regulation panties?”
My voice was breathy when I said, “It’s not my fault if the uniform is too short. I was just trying to do my job, Sir.”
Cade chuckled and bit the column of my throat right at the base of my shoulder. “I might believe that if”—his hand slid down and cupped my pussy with an almost harsh grip—“youweren’t so wet that your arousal is practically dripping down your thighs. Does Master Derek know he has a teasing slut working for him?”
Embarrassment and arousal flooded through me as I bucked into his hand at his words. I shook my head, unable to voice more than a moan. Cade’s hand slipped up under my dress and he gave a sharp tug at each of my nipple piercings. I arched my back, hoping for more of the delicious painful pleasure.
