Page 13 of His to Cherish
Which makes sense. Whatever might have happened back at the restaurant, Ollie obviously doesn’t actually see me as a viable sexual being.
“Okay,” I whisper, shifting away and avoiding his gaze. At least I don’t have to hide tears from him—I’m too numb and hurt to cry. “You don’t have to drive me, though. My car is here.” I gesture at the door. “I’ll just go. Then you can stay here and do…” I have to swallow past a lump in my throat. “Whatever you came here to do.”
Because it’s just dawning on me now—Ollie left me at home so he could come here. To a sex club. Why would he have done that if he wasn’t planning to find a partner?
God, how many times has he left me safe and cozy at my house while he ended his evening here with some nameless sub? The thought has a rush of pain and jealousy flying through me, so sharp I have to clutch my middle.
“Hey,” he barks, gripping my waist. “Stop, Lilly.”
“Just let me go,” I beg, pushing his arm, struggling to get off his lap. “Please, Ollie.”
“Fuck that,” he mutters. Then he grasps my wrists and pulls them behind my back, holding me there easily with one hand.
Everything seems to slow around us, the very air in the room becoming heavy as tension settles on us. I look up into his face, into those dark eyes, and can’t fight off the whole-body shudder that runs through me.
“Why do I like that?” I whisper, more to myself than to him.
His eyes widen before his fingers clench, tightening on my wrists. “You like that?”
I nod, breathless. Because I do. I like that he’s restraining me. I like that I’m trapped against his bigger, much stronger body. And more than anything, I like the way he’s looking at me like he’ll die if he can’t have me. “Ollie?”
“You want to see what this place is all about?” he whispers, voice rough. “You want me to show you what I like?”
I bite back a moan. “Yes,” I tell him. “I want that so badly.”
He curses, shutting his eyes briefly. When he opens them again, his gaze is somehow even more intense. “Are you sure? Because this goes way past what you read in some silly romance novel. The things you’ll see here…” his eyes flash with warning. “It might be more than you can handle.”
“But you’ll be with me,” I whisper. “And I know you’ll take care of me even if it gets to be too much.”
“Fuck.” The curse is low and anguished. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me, Lilly.”
“Then show me.”
He stares deep into my eyes, clearly trying to come to some kind of decision. Finally, he nods, once, and my heart soars even as my stomach clenches with nerves.
“Okay, sweet girl,” he mutters. “I’ll show you.”
OLIVER
This is probably the dumbest idea I’ve ever had. I shouldn’t be leading Lilly to the steel door and the filthy fantasies that wait beyond. I should take her out to my car instead, bring her home where I know she’ll be safe.
Where she’ll be safe fromme.
But I can’t bring myself to turn in the direction of the entrance. My feet are moving almost of their own accord, bringing us both closer to what I’m sure will be a disaster of epic proportions.
But I don’t give a shit. Not anymore. I’ve been fighting this for way too long and I’m fucking exhausted.
Maybe I would have been able to hold out if it wasn’t for the way she reacted when I held her wrists behind her back. But I’d seen the change come over her—the way her eyes had gone liquid and dark, her breathing getting faster. The way she’d leaned into me, ever so slightly.
Why do I like this?
God damn, just the thought of her sweet, confused little voice asking that question is enough to make my dick hard. Well, harder—I’ve been hard since the moment I pulled her onto mylap. But hearing her sound so breathy and uncertain is doing very, very dirty things to me. It makes me want to be the one to give her answers, the one to show her just what she likes. The one to guide her and care for her. The one to fucking control her every desire, her every pleasure.
Isn’t that what a good Daddy should do?
You’re going to hell,the old voice in my head warns, but it sounds more tired than usual. Apparently, my conscience has given up the fight as well.
“There are rules you need to follow,” I tell her as we reach the steel door.
