Page 64 of Serving the Mogul

The only clothing she wore was a white shirt that was open on the front, exposing the inner curves of her breasts, the flat plane of her belly, and the honey-gold curls between her thighs.

“Tina.”

“James…” She took a deep breath and the dark circles of her nipples pressed against the white cotton, tight and peaked. I had to tear my eyes away when she spoke again.

“This… Dom thing, it’s not just a kink for you. It’s part of who you are,” she said hesitantly. “Isn’t it?”

“Yes.” The word came out gritty, my voice hoarse as if I hadn’t spoken in so long, I’d forgotten how.

“But just in the bedroom, correct? You don’t want to control me outside of here?”

Why was she asking this? My heart was racing so hard that it all but knocked me out.

“Tina, I don’t want to control you except in the sexual relationship. That’s how Dom/Sub relationships work.”

With another ragged breath, her nipples stabbed into her shirt, and I couldn’t stop myself from watching them. I wanted to bite them, lick them, pinch them until she was moaning and begging for mercy. When I continued speaking, my voice was even rougher. “In a Dom and sub relationship, the sub has the most control. She can stop it whenever she wants. It doesn’t matter what the Dom does or how much he wants her. “She uses her safe word, and that’s it.”

“I’ve read about it,” she said. “About safe words and all. I’m not sure how far I’d want to go. But…I want to be with you.” Another deep breath—and this time, she noticed my fascination with her tits. I could tell by the way her cheeks colored and the lambent heat in her eyes.

“Somebody mentioned this was your actual bedroom.” She licked her lips and did some subtle movement that had the gap in her shirt widening. Now the lapels of the shirt caught on her nipples, and I was ready to rip the damn thing off.

Somehow, I managed a level response. “Somebody, huh?”

“Yes.” She looked at me thoughtfully, her eyes on mine, and did another wiggle, a roll of her shoulders; then hips, leaving her breasts bared and her pink nipples drawn so tight, I wondered if she was sore.

“Somebody also mentioned I’d hurt you.”

Her eyes darted to mine, then away as her words yanked my head back into the conversation, away from her delicious tits.

Lust clouded my brain, but the look she gave me, the words…I dragged in a breath and scrubbed my hands over my face.

“James?”

“I heard you,” I muttered. It had hurt, the way she shoved me out, not even giving me a chance.

“It’s okay,” I told her, forcing the words out. “We both fucked up.”

She reached up and touched my lips, her dark blue eyes holding mine.

“Maybe you should punish me.”

The words had the same effect on me as if she had kneeled and put my cock in her mouth.

I was already hard and erect, ready to fuck her until we were both sweating, empty and drained.

But those words…

Reaching up, I caught her chin. The muscles in my hand spasmed too much, and I had to force myself to relax. A dozen images, a hundred, all of Tina submitting, pinwheeled through my mind.

“You’re going to let me punish you?” I asked in a whisper, making sure I understood.

“It only seems fair.” She bit her lower lip, and I could see the nerves in her eyes. But there was also determination…and heat.

“Do you have any idea what punishment means when you say that to me, Tina?”

She angled her head to the side, the action leaving her elegant neck bared and vulnerable. “No, but I trust you.”

Lowering my head, I bit her lower lip, just enough to sting.

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