Page 13 of Unexpectedly In Love

“Because if they are extensions or a wig, it may be ripped out. If it is. my advice is to take it out if you can,” I replied.

“Ripped out?”

“Yes. I don’t want to damage your scalp while I fuck you. So, is it real?”

“Umm. Yes,” she replies as she touches her neck softly.

“If you step into this room, you will be surrendering your control to me.” I needed her to understand what was about to happen. My heart rate increases with anticipation.

“And if I choose not you?”

Standing, I move toward the door, grasping the knob at the back. “If you don’t, I will politely escort you to your room, wish you a good night, and leave.” I keep my voice calm and respectful.

Her chest heaves as she takes in a big breath, her black sequins shimmers and reflects the light around her dress. She rocks slightly on the balls of her shoes.

“Make your choice.”

* * *

ANISE

As I stand in on the threshold at the door of a man, I realize two things.

Common sense is a superpower and I apparently have none. All I can see is the khaki covered thighs of Eryx. The rest of his body is engulfed by the darkness. You would think that I will say good night and run away. But no, I’m standing here trying my best to make a decision.

“Make your choice,” his voice sounds deep guttural.

Make your choice? I want to shout Sir, put on the light let me see what the hell I am walking into. It could be a room full of men waiting to pounce on me. Oh my god, I could end up on a gang bang session on Only Fans. Or I could end up like the teenager in the movie Taken. However, my daddy is not Liam Neeson, and he doesn’t have a particular set of skills.

I feel like pulling my hair out. Why do I have to surrender and what does he mean by control?

“I am not into anal,” I close my eyes realizing that this conversation is being conducted outside his door in the hallway. Of all the things that I could say, my brain chooses that.

His chuckle sounds smoky and dangerous. “That’s a pity.”

“I am not into spitting etc. In fact, I have rules of my own.” I stamp my feet.

“Really? Enlighten me.” I can hear the amusement in his voice.

“I’m never calling you Daddy. No anal. I’m not into men calling me names in bed like ‘my slut.” I swallow trying to think of things I don’t like in bed. My mind is filled with fog. I can’t think straight.

“Spanking?” he asks.

“Spanking, what about it?” I knew what he wanted but I needed all my lines to be clear.

“Spanking and choking, are they on the list?” The door sways, and he pulls the knob slowly back and forth.

“No and no? In fact, no BDSM anything.” I may have read Cassia romance novels with the heroine being spanked, and I was intrigued but I don’t know this man.

God, I should really call it a night. It’s too much.

“What happens if I do it and you like it?”

I swallow. “I will tell you; I like it.”

“Fine, I agree. Now make your choice.”

I can be smart and turn away. The goosebumps that appear on my arm, and my shortness of breath tells me that this is an adventure that I will never forget.

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