Six Weeks of Seduction by Ellis O. Day
CHAPTER 22: SARAH
Sarah dropped her purse and scooted across the bed, trying to get away from Nick, but when he took off his shirt she stopped, her gaze taking in all that skin and muscle. She shouldn’t want him when he was acting like this, but she did. She was embarrassingly wet and she’d die if he found out. Who was she kidding? He was going to find out. They were going to fuck again and her heart raced at the thought. Still, she had to pretend. It made it more fun. She hopped off the king size bed, removing her shoes so she could run.
“Get back on the bed.” He walked to his closet.
“Not until you tell me why you’re being such an ass.” She moved toward the foot of the bed. It was closer to him, but the head was against the wall so she’d have to climb over it to escape.
He turned, his dark eyes roaming over her. “I’ll tell you when I’m ready.”
“That’s not good enough.” The arrogance of that man. “We’re not doing anything…anything, until you talk to me.”
He smiled, it was smug and condescending. “You really are adorable.” He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks. “I let you have control before. It was fun and I wanted you to enjoy yourself.” He opened his closet door. “But tonight is about my enjoyment.” He turned on the light.
Sarah’s mouth dropped open. There were ties and gags and other instruments of…pleasure? Some didn’t look too pleasurable.
“Obey and things will go easier for you.”
What had she gotten herself into? Her heart shifted into high gear, but her body hummed with anticipation, knowing he wouldn’t hurt her. He’d used some of those things that other time, when he’d punished her. She wanted that again. When he’d finally let her come, it’d been so good and the pleasure leading up to her release had been exquisite.
“Take off your dress.”
She shook her head. “Not until we talk.” Her eyes kept darting between the toys in the closet and his pants. He was hard and ready for her.
“Sarah,” his tone was chiding. “I’ll give you one more chance to obey.” He took a deep breath. “Take off your clothes. All of them and get on the bed.”
His tone was calm but a muscle twitched in his cheek. He was on edge. If she obeyed, he’d calm down. That meant he’d torment her before letting her come, but if she pushed him, he’d lose control. Her only chance was getting him to look away.
He pulled out a riding crop and tapped it against his thigh. Her legs trembled. She wasn’t ready to be whipped.
“Okay.” She reached behind her back and unzipped her dress.
The muscle twitched more in his cheek and his eyes grew darker as he watched the cloth slide down her body.
“What would you like me to do next?” She ran her hand across her breasts, down her stomach and between her legs. She shivered as her fingers skimmed over her sensitive flesh.
“Show me how wet you are.” His voice was ragged.
“Nick, please.” She didn’t like doing this. He’d had his fingers, his face and his cock buried inside her at one time or another but holding herself open and showing him this private part of her was embarrassing.
“Show me.” He stared at the juncture between her thighs.
She moved her leg so her feet were shoulder width apart and opened her lower lips. Her heart pounded against her rib cage. She needed him to look away before she dared run. Wetness gushed at the thought of him catching her. He’d be pissed and desperate just like she was.
“Do you want to go home? Do you want to call Mike?”
She inhaled deeply, the air rattling through her lungs. “No, but I want you to tell me why you were so angry.”
“Get on the bed and spread your legs.”
She crawled onto the bed and sat, opening her thighs for him.
“Take off your bra and lie down.”
She unclasped her bra and tossed it by her dress before leaning back on her elbows.
“I said lie down.”
“I want to see you.” She needed to see when he turned away.
“Obey me.”
“I have.”
“I think you want to be punished.” He smiled but it was almost a leer.
“I don’t.” She did. She really, really did.
“Liar.” He turned toward the closet. “We’ll start with…”
She jumped from the bed, grabbing her dress as she ran. Her bra slid from her grasp but she didn’t have time to get it because Nick turned.
“What the hell?”
She darted out the door, slamming it shut behind her. Now, she had to find somewhere to hide.
