Page 36 of The Billionaire Submissive
She sat up and pulled her shirt over her head, revealing one of the lacy scraps he’d bought for her. No black or red or white for this submissive. His favorite color was definitely blue, though all shades from navy to baby and everything in between seemed to work for him. “Then go get my toys, lover boy. But drop your pants first. I want to see that gorgeous ass run to do my bidding.”
He flashed a grin and dropped the shorts in record time, no fumbling or nervousness this time. “Yes, Mistress.”
No doubt he’d be quick, so she made short time of her own clothing, although she left her bra and panties on for now. If someone did happen along, it’d be no different than if she were wearing a bikini. Plus, he’d bought these for her. The least she could do was wear them to torment him. Although he might not have picked them out at all—he probably paid an underling to simply throw a few things into a bag and call it shopping.
By the time he returned with her equipment, she’d managed to stack some of the pillows in the center of the padded mattress. She sat on the bench sipping the Perrier he’d gotten out earlier, even though it was hot now. The bottle probably cost a few bucks. She sure wasn’t going to waste it.
He set the bag at her feet and stood expectantly, trying to keep his wondering gaze from the pile of pillows.
“We’re going to have to work on your manners, Donovan.”
His eyes tightened, either offended or rebellious, she couldn’t decide yet. Probably offended, because she doubted Mr. Morgan had much cause for such a complaint in the real world. Even when he’d been trying to antagonize her the first day, he’d still been polite about it. “Why would you say that, Mistress?”
She capped the water and set it aside. “It’s always nice to see a sub go to his knees in front of his Mistress, especially when he’s wanting her to punish him.”
His shoulders stiffened, his jaw worked, and yeah, his knees locked ramrod straight. He didn’t blurt out an argument or excuse, but he didn’t go to his knees either.He wants to be conquered. Forced into submission. Good thing I’m the woman to handle him.
“I see.” Nodding, she let her mouth quirk with amusement. “I’m going to have toconvinceyou to go to your knees. Is that it?”
His chin inched up, his shoulders wide and square with defiance. She could almost see him straightening his tie or tugging his sleeves smooth beneath one of those sleek, expensive suits. “I’m not into humiliation. Mistress.”
“All right.” She unzipped the bag and rummaged around to find the crop. As if she didn’t have a care in the world, she laid it across her lap and set the bag aside. “That’s too bad. I was going to give you the fantasy you mentioned. Never mind, though. We’ll just cut to the chase.”
His brow wrinkled and then deepened to a chasm once he figured out what he might have missed out on.
“What’s the count, Donovan?”
“Six, Mistress,” he growled out, eyes blazing. “I would have gone on my knees if I’d known that’s what you were offering.”
“Too late,” she said breezily. “But don’t worry about it. I’ll bring you to your knees easily enough. What’s your safeword, Donovan?”
“Glass.” His mouth flattened out as if she’d called him Mr. Morgan again. “But I won’t need it.”
His pride might get one of them hurt. If she went down the wrong road with him and he didn’t stop her because of his macho ego, it would be bad, bad news. “Another thing I’m going to have to work on. I’ll tackle that bridge another day, though. For now, I promised you a swat for each potty word that offended you. You also agreed I could add to the count when your ostentatious ways offended me. So, six swats in all. That’s hardly even a warm up for me, but we’ve got to start somewhere. I’ll try to curse more so you can have more fun later tonight.”
“And I’ll try to blow more money on you.”
“Don’t even think about it. Since you don’t like your knees, I’m going to change up my plans and save Your Majesty from having to bend over the stack of pillows to make it easier for me to strike your ass. You’re going to have to stand right here in front of me. Of course I won’t be able to fire up that ass as much as I’d like, but it’ll have to do until you’re eager to go on your knees, lifting your pretty ass up, just begging for my blows.”
He did look like royalty, almost sniffing with disdain at the thought, though his cheeks did color nicely. Oh what a tempting picture that would make. Donovan Morgan ass high, both sets of cheeks on fire.
Reaching down in the bag, she found her favorite set of manacles, leather cuffs lined with soft fur. Comfortable, but tough. Certainly tough enough for him. “Turn around and put your hands behind your back.”
Seemingly casual, he did so, but his knuckles were turning white, his fingers curled into fists. She wrapped her hand around his left wrist and he jumped. “Are you sure you’re okay with bondage?”
“Yes.”
She waited a moment to see what else he might say or do, but he remained silent. His body didn’t lie though. His cock rose hard and high, already glistening with his excitement.If he enjoys this as much as I think he’s going to, it’ll make this test a hell of a lot easier.
Wrapping the cuff around his wrist, she made sure to buckle it nice and tight, followed by his other. “I can’t wait to get your collar, Donovan. As soon as we’re back in the Twins, I need to go shopping.”
“I’ll drive you.”
“Then it won’t be a surprise, so no. And you’re not buying it, either.”
He turned back around, eyes blazing with lust and anger both, a delightfully combustible mix. “You promised you wouldn’t drive.”
“I never said any such thing. Those exact words never passed my lips.”
