Ambushed by M.E. McAndrews
Chapter 20
Olivia
happened? I can still hear his demanding voice, and his piercing gaze stared straight through me. He knew exactly what I wanted and wasn't afraid to make me plead for it. My mind is still reeling. Every word from his mouth was like a challenge—a challenge that I found myself wanting to accept.
At home, I take off my dress and hang it up in the closet. Putting it on the hanger makes me cringe. I want to keep it neat, in case I want to return it, but I don't want to touch it.
My mind is everywhere.
What did I do?
Did he just tell me to beg for his cock? Did I just strip for him? Did he just get me to kneel on the floor in front of him with my hands behind my back as he toyed with me?
It was humiliating. I hated it. I hated every second of it. But my body craved it. The way he took control of me. Every one of his commands somehow became harder to refuse than the previous. Oh God!
I was doing exactly what he told me to do, and I didn't have a problem with it. I wanted to do it. Can I actually resist Austin Blackwater?
I shuffle into my bedroom, closing the door behind me. I lock it and then slip down, my back hitting the door. I'm too wound up. Too worked up. Of course, I can resist. He’s a dick. I can never let myself forget that. I can’t give in to his power. It was so hard to be there. I had to swallow months of contempt and regret. And it could get worse if I’m going to go through with my plan.
But I'm not giving up yet. Because I need to be the one calling the shots. I will not be the one begging and pleading like a filthy little slut.
I can't believe I'm going to have dinner with him. I sit for a moment, stewing. Tonight only proved that I need to keep my guard up, otherwise that fucker will walk all over me.
But he has to be affected, right? He can play cold and indifferent, but it was clear how much he was enjoying himself. I saw his stiff cock pressing against his pants.
I'm not his plaything. I'm going to show him I’m at least his equal. More. I want him to feel it. I want him to feel exactly what it means to be powerless. And I've got the upper hand now. Right now, he thinks he's in complete control.
Good. Tomorrow he'll learn his lesson. That's what I'm going to do tomorrow night. Teach him who’s boss.