Page 82 of With this Ring

“You deserve to be treated like a princess.”

His sexy, growled words shot her pulse into overdrive.

And then he asked her to return the favor.

Offering his shirt to him felt a little awkward. Then she handed him his jeans and he stepped into them.

He pulled them up, then purposefully glanced at the floor in front of him. “On your knees.”

Her tummy turned inside out.

“If I have to repeat myself, things won’t go well for you.”

His voice was filled with warning. And still, a wicked part of her hesitated. What were the consequences for disobedience? And why did she yearn to find out?

“You’re going to do what I want, aren’t you, Petal?”

The purr in his voice, the confidence… Maybe if he was just stern, she’d push him. But suddenly she wanted his approval more than she wanted to find out about the threatened consequences.

He offered his hand, and she took it, accepting his assistance as she lowered herself to the floorboards.

“I’d keep you there if I could.”

Head tipped back, she met his gaze. “Would you?”

“But nude.” He swept his gaze over her. “I never get tired of looking at you.”

“I never get tired of looking at you, either.” After licking her lower lip, she added, “Sir.”

“Fuck, Petal.” He fisted a hand into her hair.

She’d never liked having her hair pulled, until now.Until him.

At the moment it seemed as though this moment was the reason she had grown her hair so long.

“And the zipper.”

With a deep swallow, she reached for the metal tab and captured it between her thumb and forefinger.

“Not that way, Petal.” He ensnared her wrist in his strong grip and moved her hand aside. “Use your teeth.”

Sasha gasped. But she didn’t ask if he meant it because she knew he did.

With every passing moment, his cock grew thicker, and she couldn’t look away.

“Keep your hands behind your back, Petal. If you can’t remember to do so, I will tie them for you.”

“But—” The task he’d given her was somewhere between difficult and impossible.

“Don’t you have something to say?” he prompted.

Miserably, she looked up at him. “Yes, Sir.”

Then, seeming to take pity on her—at least somewhat—he fastened the buttons at his waistband.

“Now get on with it, girl.”

Since she didn’t personally know anyone who was involved in that kind of lifestyle, all this was new to her. Was that kind of relationship really like this? And if it was… She was more than just curious. She was intrigued.

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