Page 134 of Pandora's Pleasure
Damien reached over and his fingertips grazed my throat in a leisurely tease, causing tingles beneath his touch as he paused at the dip of my dress. “Obey me in all things.”
I rested my head back. “Always.”
He turned my head so our gazes met. “What do you want to happen?”
“I want to watch.”
“Do you want an experience?”
“I’ll let you decide.”
“It’s a simple yes or no.”
I licked my lips. “Yes.”
Theo was decent enough to keep his eyes on the road; if he had an opinion on anything we’d discussed he was keeping it to himself.
“Ready to play?” asked Damien.
A rush of feathers fluttered within, causing my core to tingle. “I feel it.”
“A frisson?”
That’s exactly was this was, a sudden sense of excitement that made the hairs on my forearms prickle. My skin felt flushed with awareness.
Lush, imposing trees lined the roadway as though guiding us toward a private estate. The view of land opened up around us and a grand gothic house came into view.
“Do as I say,” Damien ordered.
My heart was racing. “I will.” A thrill of anticipation caused my chest to tighten.
“Disobey and we leave,” he said sternly.
His dominance was making me wet. Didn’t he know that’s what his sternness did to me? It caused my sex to quicken for his touch, made me long to have his cock buried deep inside me, his forceful thrusts dominating me.
I want it all.
My trembling fingers checked my mask yet again, finding it secure.
We pulled up to the front lawn of the property. A fountain statue of a seductively posed nude woman spurted an arc of water from her mouth.
“Stay close,” he said.
I hoped we’d slowly be introduced to what was happening within those brick walls and not thrown into the fray too soon.
A butler exited the mansion wearing a black tuxedo and waited for us near the front entrance. Damien climbed out of the car and assisted me, my high heels landing on gravel, his grip on my forearm forceful as he led me toward the manor.
He didn’t even throw a glance at Theo, perhaps not wanting to draw attention to him. I heard the sound of wheels crunching small stones as Tamer drove back down the driveway.
Trepidation rushed through me, but it was too late to back out—we were at the front door.
Damien nodded at the doorman. “Any new art I might like?”
“Yes, sir,” replied the butler. “A Monet.”
“Hopefully it’s Waterloo Bridge?”
“It is, sir.”
