Page 14 of The Billionaire Submissive
“I’m a rule breaker.” His voice was rough and thick, his eyes heavy lidded with desire. Ignoring the pull of his hair, he pushed his hand up the inside of her thigh.
And she let him. Because she wanted to see the way his eyes flared when he felt nothing but wet, hot flesh against his fingers.
Shuddering against her, he buried his face against her chest. “Mistress.”
She pressed her lips against his ear, holding him close. “Do you think I get this wet for my other clients, Donovan? Even if I did, they’d never be allowed to know it. And I promise you, I don’t. I’ve never been sexually attracted to any of my clients. Hence my very strict and clean contract.”
He didn’t try to get his fingers inside her, but merely cupped her flesh with his hand as though treasuring the intimacy and what it meant.
She wanted him. As a man and as a submissive. She was letting him touch her. As a man. With no contract in place.
Nipping his ear, she pulled back and waited for him to look into her face. “Are we clear on what kind of services I’ve offered in the past?”
He nodded, his dark gaze locked to hers. “Are we clear that I’m going to require more from you than punishment and orders?”
Arching her hips into his caress, she let her voice thicken with desire. “Crystal.”
“And you’ll be willing… I mean…” He couldn’t quite unbend his arrogance enough to say it. Yet.
She smiled and disentangled enough to stand and move back to her own chair. She walked slowly, basking in the way he devoured her every move, slowly turning in his chair until he faced her once more. “I assure you that I’m perfectly willing and able to give you exactly what you need, Donovan. In fact, I’d like nothing better than to indulge right this very moment, but I’m afraid Miss Wruthers might faint dead away if she came in and found you stretched out on top of your desk with your pants down around your ankles.”
His eyes fell shut and he dropped his head back against his chair, breathing deeply. She watched the struggle to bring himself back under control. Yet the arrogant rule breaker couldn’t resist pushing back. “Are you punishing me or…”
His words fell off and he cracked open an eye to see her reaction. His face stilled into the more guarded mask of privileged indifference, hiding the fragile glimpse of raw lust trying to burst into life in his eyes.
He’s protecting himself. If he sets his expectations too high, he’ll only be disappointed.
Moved by his vulnerability, even though he’d deny it vehemently if pressed, she busied herself pulling out the rest of the papers. “Some Mistresses don’t believe in giving any pleasure to the submissive. The sub exists for his Mistress’s pleasure, not the other way around. If he’s not on his knees worshiping her with his tongue, then he hasn’t learned his place and must be punished. I’m not that kind of Mistress.”
He accepted the new stack of papers and even dropped his gaze to them, but his eyes didn’t move across the page.He’s not reading them. Yet.“I won’t deny there’s a certain appeal to that image.”
“The sub on his knees or me punishing you on your desk?”
He smiled faintly but it didn’t quite reach his eyes and he didn’t meet her gaze. “Both.”
“But…?” When he shrugged and flipped the page, even though he couldn’t have read it yet, she said what he could not yet bring himself to admit. “You’re hoping for a Mistress who’s as eager to give pleasure as receive it.”
She’d never seen such a powerful and obnoxiously gorgeous man blush so prettily. Again, a shrug, without lifting his eyes from the page.
“If I had your pants down around your ankles, I’d have to give you a blow job you wouldn’t soon forget.WhileI punished you.”
There, his eyes met hers, all searing intensity and pulsing with rising desire. “You would do that?”
For me?He didn’t say the last two words, but she heard it and it broke her heart. She was beginning to believe his arrogant asshole role was just a mask he wore to protect the inside submissive who feared no one would ever be able to love him as he was, no matter how much wealth he possessed. “Absolutely.”
His gaze wandered to the door briefly, as though he was contemplating locking it so he could test her honesty. When he looked back into her face, she didn’t like the shield he wore once more. “How much is it going to cost me?”
It took all her will not to reveal how much it hurt.He’s only striking out to make sure I don’t hurt him first. It’s his natural survival instinct.
But it still sucked.
Keeping her voice light, she gave a nod to the papers he’d been pretending to read. “You tell me.”
His eyes tightened, narrowing on her face as if he sensed she was hiding something beneath the surface. Then he flipped back to the beginning of the contract where he’d originally offered Mistress L the sum of one hundred thousand dollars a month to be his. “You crossed out this entire clause.”
“Yes.”
He raised his head, suspicion grooved into deep lines between his eyes. “You didn’t write in an alternative amount.”
