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I decide to draw a long, hot bath with the Chanel bath oil I’ve been wanting for a hundred years. I pour some under the tap guiltily and pull out the blush set of La Perla that has see-through cups and a scantily G-string. I’m pretty sure he’s going to like it. It’s high cut and makes my butt look really good.
I soak for a while, tying my hair up as I close my eyes and play an audio book… anything to get my mind off Alistair being mad at the things I bought. I feel so guilty that I didn’t even take any of them out. All except the cufflinks I bought for him. He'll probably make me return them; I would too. They were ridiculously expensive.
When my fingers start to prune, I hop out of the bath and wrap myself in one of the huge fluffy towels and dry myself. I apply the matching Chanel body lotion, hoping he’ll enjoy the scent on my skin. I spray a small amount of the perfume at my wrists and my neck and pull on the La Perla undies. They fit like a glove. The material is so luxurious and beautiful. I’ve never worn anything this exquisite, and now I get it. Pulling my tits into the cups I admire myself in the full length mirror, hoping Alistair likes what he sees too. I pull out the darker pink silk kimono and pull that on along with the fluffy slippers I brought from home.
I fluff my hair, apply some more makeup and lip-gloss and hope to God I can pull off sexy.
I take my kindle and head downstairs to make a cup of tea while I wait. It’s almost seven-thirty, and I know he said eight o’clock, but I hoped he’d be back earlier. I need to get this over with and the sooner the better.
I make a soothing Earl grey with vanilla and take the mug to the kitchen island and hunt through my kindle library. I’m barely into the first few pages of my book when I hear movement at the door followed by jangling keys.
I glance up from my kindle and straighten my back.
Show time.
He appears in the door, looking just as sexy as when I left him this morning. He has a long, smart coat on and his briefcase in hand. He sees me and stops. His eyes trail from my face down my body. He’s unsmiling and my heartbeat accelerates rapidly as I try and judge his mood. Not good, it seems. Not good at all.
“Alistair—” I begin, but he holds up a hand.
He drops his briefcase by the door and removes his scarf and coat, tossing them over the back of the couch as he moves toward me.
I’ve never seen anything so sexy, and even if I am about to be reprimanded for what I did today, I can’t find myself bothering to care. I’m mesmerised by his face. His jawline firm and tense. His eyes darker than ever as he assesses me in his neat kitchen. Of course, Dom left a fridge and freezer full of food but it looks like nobody was ever here. God bless that man.
“You’re mad with me?” I whisper, running my fingers up his silk tie.
He watches the movement, his eyes guarded. “Yes.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disappoint you.”
“Well you did. When I said you had unlimited access, I meant unlimited access, Princess.”
Huh?
My eyes search his. “In English, please Alistair.”
He cups one side of my face. “I’m mad because you hardly made a dent. That’s not a shopping spree, Charlize, it’s not even an appetiser.”
My mouth gapes. “You’re mad… because I didn’t spend enough?”
“I’m not mad. I just think you may need a hand finding things. Especially in La Perla.” He leans toward my ear as my breathing accelerates. “Maybe I could fuck you in the change room, but you’d have to be quiet.”
A groan leaves my mouth as I tug him closer. My pussy is soaked just hearing his words. This man has no boundaries when it comes to how he makes me feel. He has no clue what he does to me and how much his words affect me.
I’m glad I’m not in trouble, but a part of me was looking forward to being spanked again.
When I don’t reply he nips my ear. “Would my princess like that?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I reach up and press my lips to his and his mouth opens in response. His tongue finds mine and my nipples pebble when we fall into a rhythm that, quite frankly, takes my breath away. I spread my legs so he can move between them. He cups my face, pushing my hair back as he deepens the kiss. My hands clutch his forearms and I love how strong they feel. I can’t wait to have this man inside me again.
This time, I may not even have to beg.
Chapter Twenty-Three
