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“Ah.” His smile widened, leaving her with the distinct impression he was laughing at her. “It is much easier to be acted upon than to take part in your own submission, isn’t it?”
Submission. A word she’d been taught to hate, and here she was, hunger clawing at her belly just because he’d spoken it out loud. “I guess.”
“You’re not the first submissive to experience this struggle. Which is why I’m demanding it of you.” Gripping her chin between his thumb and forefinger, he forced her head back, forced her to look up into those bright emerald eyes. “I don’t simply want a willing body in my bed, princess. I want you to be right here with me, engaged in every second of what we do together. It isn’t enough for me to taste that sweet pussy. I want to taste your complete and total surrender. Take the panties off. Now.”
Everything about him shifted on that final command. His voice, his grip on her chin, his eyes. It all became harder, more demanding in a way that sent her heart racing. That hunger she’d been wrestling with dug its claws in even deeper, and she knew she wasn’t going to leave this room until she’d slaked it.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Chapter 5
Aria
She could do this. They were just panties for fuck’s sake. And although she was a virgin she had actually been naked in front of a guy before.
Just the one, but still. She could do this.
Silently lecturing herself for being so damn dramatic, she took a step back when he released her chin and hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties. The movement drew his attention downward, and she watched as that same something from before flickered across his face.
“Mistletoe?”
“Yeah.” Thankfully her voice wasn’t as shaky as the rest of her felt. “I think it was Lottie’s idea of a joke. You know, kiss me under the mistletoe or whatever.”
“Lottie is a genius.”
There was such affection in his tone, in his eyes, it gave her pause. “Have you two ever…?”
“No. She’s a friend, nothing more.”
A friend. Right. Because he frequented the club her father owned, and Lottie wasn’t just Braden’s submissive and now wife, but worked a few nights a week. To keep her busy, Lottie had said, but Aria had always wondered if there was more to it than that.
Whatever the reasoning, it meant Lottie was here more often than not, so of course she’d be friends with the regulars. There was no reason for the jealousy twisting her stomach into knots at the mere thought of them knowing each other.
Shoving those uncomfortable feelings down deep, she returned to her task, sliding the satin panties down her thighs, balancing on one foot as she stepped out of one leg hole and then the other.
“Hand them to me.” His gaze locked on her face as he held his hand out for her panties.
Jerking her chin up, she let her lip curl in a smirk. “Say please.”
It was, she was fairly certain, the absolute wrong thing to say to a man like him. Would he punish her? Put her over his knee and spank her for daring to be so cheeky? Were the cabinets in here stocked like the ones in her father’s office, full of terrifying implements he might use to put her in her place?
To her surprise, he didn’t do any of those things.
He just laughed.
“Brat.” The word held a wealth of affection, different from what she’d heard in his voice when he’d been talking about Lottie, but there all the same. “But you’re right. There’s no reason to eschew good manners just because I’m about to tie you down and have my way with you. Give me your panties, please.”
Could a person orgasm from words alone? Because she was fairly certain she might do exactly that as she handed over her underwear.
And watched him lift the damp fabric to his nose, inhaling deeply.
Holy fuck.
“Oh, you smell delicious, princess. I can’t wait to taste you. I want you on the bed, stretched out with your arms over your head.”
Her gaze flicked to the side. “Why can’t we use one of the thrones?”
Why the hell are we wasting time asking ridiculous questions when we could be getting laid?
