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The thought would make me giggle if I wasn’t so desperate. Just having a man here in my bedroom, one as experienced and sexy as him, that deep voice. The cocksureness that oozes from him. The way he commands respect from a room just by walking into it.
My pussy is throbbing. Pulsing. On. Off. On. Off. It wants something inside of it to ease the empty aching. Fullness and friction. What does it feel like? To have a man inside of you?
It must be amazing.
I think of the photos I’ve seen of Giovanni, try to picture him over me, slowly pulling my dress up. My fingers dance at the hem of my dress, inching it up over my hips till my white panties are exposed in the mirror above.
I try, but it’s his face I keep seeing over me.
Savage. Paolo. Mr. Bachman. Ew. That’s my dad. And Mom had the mirror installed. Yeah, there’s some weird crossovers in this family, Still, I can’t help but love them and this room.
I guess it’s time to leave it behind. At least for the foreseeable future. Stretching my arm out, I search for the button to turn off the music, cut the lights, and put that naughty mirror back. The sound of the door opening stops me.
He stands, leaning his shoulder on the frame of the doorway. Crosses his arms over his chest. And just stares at me.
Feeling exposed, vulnerable under his gaze, I tug my dress down, and prop up on my elbows. Try to act casual. Like I didn’t just beg this man to whip my butt. “Hey. What’s up?”
He looks like he wants to say something. Or leave. He doesn’t do either of those things. Instead, he steps inside the room and closes the door behind him. The simple act makes my heart race.
I scoot to the end of the bed, sitting normally.
“Nice music.” He looks up. “I like what you’ve done with the place.”
Heat rises in my face the moment he sees the mirror. He looks like he’s seen a few sexy ceiling mirrors in his day, unlike me. Today is my first. I’ve lived a sheltered life surrounded by sex fiends. I swipe my hair over my shoulder. “You’re back.”
“Against my better judgment, I am.” He stares at me, dark eyes moving up and down my body and this time, there’s no denying the fact that he finds me attractive. I can see it in his eyes. Hear it in the raspy tone of his voice. “So, you want to play?”
“Play?” I tilt my head, running the tip of my tongue over my lips, the act of seduction beginning to come naturally to me around him. “If that’s what it’s called, then yes. I want to play.”
He takes a step toward me. “There can be pleasure in pain, but I’m guessing you know that by now.”
“Kinda. A little bit. Not really.” His spanking gave me the kitty quivers, made me wet, but still. “I’ve read stuff, heard stuff, but firsthand I really know nothing about how all this works.”
I don’t tell him that it’s not the pleasure I’m after. It’s the freedom. I’ve heard from the women’s whispers that you can lose yourself in it. I want to know what that feels like. And I want it to happen, here in this room before I leave.
I want to stop thinking about my life.
If only for a few moments.
He doesn’t say why he’s agreed. He just nods at the bed. “When I leave this room, you lay your body over the bed, face down, ass at the end of the bed.”
I take a moment to picture what he’s just said. I think I get it. But where do my feet go? “Tiptoes on the floor?”
A sexy smile creeps over his face. “Yes.”
“Okay.” The idea of being face down, pretty much presenting my ass to him for punishment, is terrifying, but at the same time I want it. I want to lose myself in this. “Then what?”
He lifts a brow. “You wait.”
“How long?”
“Too many questions. And when I come back, there’s only one right answer. To any question I ask you.”
“Okay. What is it?”
“Yes, sir.”
A flash of heat runs through me at his words. My throat feels tight. The sound of the door closing behind him makes me swallow, hard. Every nerve ending in my body feels alive as I stand from the bed.
