Page 10 of Monster's Edge

“I can do that.” I’m not above begging. Not if it means I get to live for a little bit longer.

“I don’t know if you can, little girl,” he growls. Shit. Do I like this? Am I attracted to this? He’s demeaning me. He’s putting me down. He’s completely giving me shit, but I’m taking it. I’m accepting every bit of it and I don’t really mind. I don’t even care.

“I’ll do what you ask,” I whisper, making a promise that my body is going to have to own up to. Very soon, Ian is going to tell me what it is that he’s planning to do, and that’s going to be my moment. If I don’t do as he asks, I’ll be done. Destroyed.

“Then get on your knees.”

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Getting on my kneesisn’t really a big deal.

I do this every week in dance class. Three times a week, I take a private car to theIncredible Dance Studio. I still don’t know why it’s called that. It’s not really that incredible of a place except for the fact that it’s very private. It’s not the type of place most paparazzi are going to hang out. That’s probably how I’m able to take classes with the daughters of celebrities and other mafia men.

Years of dance training has taught me how to gracefully lower myself down and then raise myself back up.

One, two, three.

It’s easy, easy, easy.

In this moment, though, I’m not just lowering myself down and getting right back up. I’m lowering myself forhim.

This is an act of submission.

I lick my lips for just a moment. They suddenly feel really, really dry. How can my mouth feel dry and wet at the same time? Ian is having a weird effect on me. He’s also strangely patient as he waits for me to get down on my knees. As soon as my legs hit the ground, he’s standing in front of me with his cock in my face.

“Unzip my pants.”

It’s a complete sentence. It’s a complete demand.

He doesn’t just want me to unzip his pants.

He wants me to pull out his cock and worship it. He wants me to lick his length, sliding my tongue over his soft, velvety skin, and he wants me to make him cum. I can do that. I’ve done it before. Never like this. Never with stakes as high as this.

I know that Ian wants information about my dad, but I also don’t know why. Has my father done something bad? That’s a stupid question. Of course, he has. Has he done somethingespeciallybad, though? Is that what this entire thing is about?

Maybe Dad did something to piss off Ian. If that was true, though, then why would Ian come work with him? Dad wouldn’t hire anyone he suspected of being disloyal. That means whatever Ian is upset about is something that isn’t linkable to him. My dad has no idea, does he?

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