Page 1 of Green Lights and Obsession
PROLOGUE
DAISY
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
She wasn’t sure which was louder, his footsteps approaching or her heart preparing to beat right out of her chest. Her hand covered her mouth, as if it could mute her breathing. The chase was on and her entire body tingled as the butterflies returned to her stomach. The air conditioner kicked on and caused her to jump.
“Are you going to be a good little sub?” His voice was warmer than the whiskey she used to sneak from her father’s study.
She would be his perfect little submissive. Once he earned it. Again. That was part of the fun. She’d grown up without a lot of control—but in this relationship—she had all of it even when it didn’t seem like it. He knew all of her limits and never pushed her too far.
“I’m going to count to three.” His voice drew closer and she could hear the smirk in his tone. “I want you in your spot.”
His footsteps retreated, and he slowly counted. She hesitated when he got to three before moving from her hiding spot. It was something she’d been doing more lately, testing the boundaries.
How far could she push him?
“Make.” She rounded the corner. “Me.” Her hands rested on her hips as she exhaled slowly and repeated the words in her head.
Daisy couldn’t hide the smirk that grew on her face as his eyes narrowed on her. Sure, it was the oldest trick in the book, but she’d been pushing his buttons all day. They’d been surrounded by people for the last five hours, and not the voyeur type.
She was guaranteeing punishment for herself, but she didn’t care. Anything to feel. The pleasure would come after the little bit of pain she craved. The combination of the two would remind her she was still alive.
Her life was still in her hands.
Jay stalked towards her. Like a predator zoning in on his prey and waiting to see if she attempted to run. He’d be ready to pounce. He slipped out of his coat and draped it across the back of the couch, then rolled up his sleeves.
She swallowed.
“On your knees, Daisy,” he ordered.
“It’s so cute when you try to be in charge.” She rolled her eyes.
Three seconds.
Her world was flipped upside down in record time. She barely had time to gasp as she found herself across his lap with her hands bound with one of his hands as the other flipped up the skirt that had been barely covering her ass. He squeezed hard enough to bruise, and she hissed. Maybe she really was turning into a brat.
“Are you going to be my good girl and count?” His hand moved to squeeze the other cheek and his thumb brushed across her dampening panties.
She nodded.
“Words.” He cleared his throat.
“Yes, sir.” She licked her lips then held her breath.
“Breathe, baby.”
She’d barely exhaled when the first sting came. “One!”
He squeezed then rubbed between each one as she counted all the way up to twelve. He chuckled as he ran his finger between her legs, teasing her over the fabric.
“Please,” she moaned.
He loosened his grip on her arms and tingles spread up them.
