Page 56 of The Billionaire Submissive
I have to find a way to work my way into her heart and set up camp before she even realizes I’m there. For now, I’ll just have to concentrate on being the absolute best submissive I can possibly be.
Chapter Seventeen
Humming softly, Lilly stepped out of the bathroom and jerked to a halt.
Donovan knelt at the foot of his bed, facing away from her. Naked.
Knelt. Naked.
She could only stare, drinking in the long, lean lines of his tanned back. After it’d been so hard for him to go to his knees on the boat, the sight of him voluntarily putting himself low for her…
She couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak. Her eyes burned, her throat closed off, and it was all she could do not to throw herself on top of him. After their minor argument at the diner, the last thing she’d expected was for him to voluntarily go to his knees before she could force him there.
At the sound of the door opening, he bent forward, head to floor, ass lifting, beckoning for her attention. She couldn’t resist. Certainly couldn’t stay away from such temptation. She tried to keep her pace steady and controlled, properly Mistress-ish, even though she felt like a kid in the candy store.
Lightly she laid her palm on his buttock. “Is this the same high and mighty billionaire I know?”
He quivered at the light touch, the muscles working along his spine. He was used to confident force from her. Not soft, light touches. “Yes, Mistress. You said I needed to work on my manners.”
She let her fingers slide lower, tickling the curve of his cheek. “These are very pretty manners, Donovan. But I didn’t come prepared for a full scene tonight. I’m not even dressed.”
He kept his head low and eyes squeezed shut, resisting the temptation to lift his head—without invitation. “Should I get the spoon again, Mistress?”
“Sit back so I can talk to you.” She moved around and sat on the edge of the bed, watching him lean back on his heels. He dragged his gaze up the length of her body, lingering a moment at the sight of his robe wrapped around her. The way his eyes heated, he liked it just as much as one of her racier corsets. What a picture he made. Big palms flat on his thighs, cock stiff and proud even though she hadn’t even thought about touching him yet, nostrils flaring wide. “I thought you didn’t like the spoon.”
“I like anything you choose to use, Mistress. Though I have to admit I enjoyed the crop much more.”
She narrowed her eyes and hardened her voice. “If I chose to use a hairbrush, you’d like that? How about a cane?”
He didn’t flinch or drop his gaze. “Whatever Mistress chooses, I will endure. I only ask…” He hesitated, so she nodded, indicating she was feeling benevolent tonight. “For bruises, Mistress. I want to have something I can look at during the day.”
She had to close her eyes a moment to gather her composure.Bruises. Oh, lover boy, you sure know how to get to me.
“Is that unacceptable, Mistress?”
“Of course not.” With a deep breath, she opened her eyes, fully in control so hopefully the raging lust wasn’t painted all over her face. “There’s nothing I’d like better than to see my handiwork on your gorgeous ass. I just didn’t think you’d want such lasting marks on your body.”
“Why not?”
She let a smile quirk her lips. “I thought you’d be too proud and arrogant to want a reminder on your body where someone could see it.”
He laughed softly. “It’s not as though anyone sees my ass during the day, Mistress.”
“But you’ll have to sit through endless meetings. I don’t care how comfortable your office chair is, it’ll be a sore reminder after an hour or two.”
His breath caught on a soft little sigh that made her nipples pebble. “Exactly.”
Making her voice brisk to hide how much she loved the idea, she said, “Luckily for you, I have a few surprises stashed in my portfolio. If you—”
But he was already up and moving to retrieve her portfolio he must have brought into the bedroom for her. She didn’t remember laying it on the easy chair by the window. He knelt and offered it to her.
“Eager, aren’t we, lover boy?”
He blushed a little. “You said you’d purchased the collars today, and you didn’t have any other bags. I thought your portfolio a safe bet.”
Cocking her eyebrow, she opened the leather satchel and pulled out the crop. “I decided I’d better have this on hand in case the count got too high.” She set it aside and pulled out two flat boxes.
Attention locked on those boxes, he waited, leaning forward, his breath hitching.
