Page 51 of Control: XXX Vadim 1
It’s not like I’m falling for him, the beautiful, sexy, billionaire of unknown wealth who delivers the best sex I’ve had to date. That would be recklessly irresponsible. So it’s a good thing I’m not thinking about him right now, wondering what the hell he’s getting up to without me.
I’m not.
To distract myself, I mentally catalog all my potential outfit pairings utilizing my new wardrobe. I don’t even notice that someone is behind me until it’s too late. They touch my shoulder, and I nearly jump out of my skin.
“I didn’t mean to startle you,” a voice like sin drips into my ear. The owner’s trademark smugness proves that yes, startling me was exactly his intention.
My eyes narrowing, I whip my head around, startled by his charming grin. That ride did wonders for him. His eyes gleam, and his posture seems relaxed for once. Even his smile looks more natural and less like a mask anchoring his wall.
I’m instantly on guard.
I sniff the air and find myself scanning him for any hint of lipstick or perfume—any trace of another woman. Because I’m an insane, irrational cow who has no right to be jealous. When I finally notice the object balanced on his palm, I wrinkle my nose in suspicion.
“What is that?”
A box, it seems. Light blue, wrapped with a white ribbon that makes it suspiciously resemble a present.
His grin widens. Then he notices something on the glass dining table and crosses to it, setting the small box aside. “Good. I’ve been waiting for this to arrive.”
So his henchman’s visit wasn’t all about food, I realize. Ena must have left the small brown wooden box for him. “I met your little friend,” I tell him dryly. “I don’t think he likes me much.”
“Ena?” He raises an eyebrow, too intent on inspecting the box to pay me much attention. “He doesn’t like anyone. It’s why I’ve kept him on for so long. He senses who a person truly is at their core and compromises himself for no one. There isn’t a more honest man in the world.”
I swallow hard, recalling his insinuation that I’m nothing more than a toy. “How long has he worked for you?”
“Over a decade,” Vadim says offhandedly. “But I’ve known him longer. Ena is gruff, but I’ll make sure he avoids you. Don’t worry about him. What you should concern yourself with is this…” He beckons me closer, and I warily comply, coming to stand by his side.
Aware of me watching, he takes his time opening the box, revealing an interior lined with black silk, containing a single, silver object nestled in a specially shaped cavity. It’s oval-shaped, about the size of my thumb, and crafted from delicate material.
“What is it?” I ask, unnerved by the bold way he strokes the edge of the container. “I will admit that I was much more impressed by the delivery of a lifetime’s worth of Chanel.”
Undeterred by my ungratefulness, he reaches into the box and withdraws something else. “This came with it,” he explains, revealing a larger, square-shaped object of the same material. The only thing of interest it seems to contain is a silver button built into the center. He presses the button.
A low hum comes from the box as the small object begins to vibrate. Suddenly it clicks, and my thoughts dissipate.
“You ordered this for me?” The mixture of both awe and terror in my voice shocks me almost as much as it seems to please him. His teeth flash, his eyes practically glowing.
“You wanted kink?” he questions, his tone gravelly in a way that makes me shiver. “Let us see if you truly have what it takes. I will admit that I originally didn’t have much interest in the subject, but I have started to conduct my own research.”
I rock on my heels, my brain spinning, thoughts in disarray. I don’t know what shocks me more? The fact that kink was supposedly never on his radar before I goaded him into spanking me, or the fact that…
He’s been learning. For me.
“And what have you discovered?” I wonder, batting my eyelashes at him innocently.
That telltale muscle in his jaw twitches, and he lifts the silver vibrator from its box.
“I’ve learned that control is a defining factor of these…relationships. As is trust. I want to test just how much control you can exert over yourself in the quest for fulfillment. And how much you can trust me to always give you what you need.”
No man has ever lived up to the term “panty melting” so thoroughly. The inside of my legs chafe as I take an involuntary step toward him. I don’t think I’ve stopped aching since the office. Boldly, I slip my hand around his neck and sidle up to him, pressing myself against his rigid frame. I’m not the only one aroused. Despite our little oral session, he’s straining against my hip. I grind against him slavishly, watching as his eyes glaze over, his tongue tracing his lips.
“You want to sexually torment me?” Again, I sound equally alarmed and excited. I can’t keep a tendril of curiosity from my tone either. One little silver dildo has never seemed so intimidating.
“No.” He shifts, capturing my chin to force me to face him. “I want to explore your limits. Once I learn them, I can better exploit them.”
I suck in a breath. “You aim tomanipulateme?”
He chuckles and lowers his mouth to my ear. “I aim to pleasure you. More than any other. Do you accept that proposal?”
