Page 65 of Resisting the Temptation
I eye her, trying to read her tone. She doesn’t seem upset I’ve never talked about my ex-fiancée, maybe just a little confused.
“I bought this place after we broke up.”
“How long ago was that?”
“Almost five years ago, and I bought this place a year after.”
“How long were you two together?”
“We started dating just after college, so almost five years. We were… we were engaged. For two of those years.”
Emma’s mouth pops open into a little “o,” and she nods. “That must have been hard. Ending an engagement.”
“It was hard to separate our lives after spending so long together. But it was the right thing to do. Janessa didn’t want to settle in one place. She’s a reporter and was always looking for the next story to follow, the next big lead. She wanted to travel and try living in different places. I’m content with my life in San Diego and at Rossi, and when I told her I didn’t want to quit my job to follow her around, we decided we weren’t going to work.”
Emma nods. “That still sucks. Thinking you have a future with someone and then it all just… crumbles.”
I step closer to her. “Sometimes, the things we think we want aren’t the things we need, and sometimes what we need are things we never considered. Sometimes, people are only here for a moment, and others are here forever.”
Emma swallows harshly but doesn’t say anything in response.
“Let me show you my favorite room in the house.” I hold my hand out to her, and she nods and takes it. Something inside me settles being able to touch her again. Something warm and gooey seeps throughthe cracks in my hardened heart—cracks caused by the woman next to me—and fills me with warmth. Something more than lust, cementing my desire to make her mine for more than one night at a time.
I lead her down the hallway to the spare bedroom and open the door. At first glance, it looks like any other guest room in any other house. But the bed frame is custom-made with hidden hooks and slats for restraints. The dresser in the closet has a lock on it because it’s where I keep all of my supplies. This room hasn’t been used in any capacity in almost a year.
Emma looks around then spins to face me. “Didn’t you say your room looked like the one at the club? This sure as hell doesn’t.”
She’s right, it doesn’t look like the club’s room. Instead, the room is a nice navy blue with gray accents. I changed the sheets and put on the waterproof mattress protector before tonight in anticipation of Emma agreeing to come home with me.
“I said my room wassimilar.I think my family would have found it suspicious if I’d painted it black with red under lighting.”
“Fair. That would have been an awkward conversation.”
Fuck, I like seeing her here. Too much.
I step into her personal space so she has to tip her head back to look me in the eyes. “Are you ready to play,Dulzura? Are you ready to be my good girl and let me take away all the thoughts in your pretty head?” I stroke down her cheek gently, relishing in the heat that colors them pink. Her eyes hood as she bites her lip.
“Yes, Sir.” And just like that, she slips into her role.
My cock hardens instantly. I’ve missed this. Our dynamic. Having her close.
I’ve missedher.
“I’m going to change out of my clothes. While I’m gone, I want you to strip completely, fold your clothes, and place them on the dresser, then lay on your back on the bed.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’ll be back in a minute. There’s a bathroom just across the hall if you want to freshen up.” I lean in, intending to kiss her on the lips, then remember her rule, diverting my mouth to the top of her shoulder. I kiss her there, then turn and walk out, shutting the door behind me.
I walk into my own bedroom, which reflects my personality a bit more than the rest of the house. The walls are a dark gray, and the only furniture in here is my bed and side tables. I go into the mostly empty walk-in closet, and images of Emma’s colorful wardrobe mingling with my clothes almost makes me crack a smile.
I bet she’s as organized with her clothes as she is with her notes. She probably has some intricate organization system she uses.
I strip, leaving only my black boxer briefs on. I’m already tenting them in anticipation of what’s to come, but I squeeze myself through the fabric in an effort to calm down. It isn’t about me tonight.
Emma needs to get out of her head right now, to not have to think about her grandpa or work or anything else plaguing her. It’s my job to take care of her tonight, to make sure she doesn’t have to feel anything other than pleasure. A job I take seriously. We haven’t exploredoverstimulation yet, and I think tonight is the perfect time to do so.
I want her to be boneless and so out of her mind with pleasure she can’t think of anything else.
