Chapter 38

“Miss Anderson,” he said, his deep, sultry tones vibrating across my bare skin.

The authority in it made my core clench.

Oh. Holy. Hell.

He opened the door wider and stepped back, inviting me in.

This was it. I was really doing this. No turning back now.

Taking a breath, I stepped in. Sealing my fate once and for all.

Close up, Dominic was beautiful. I stared up at him after he shut the front door behind me. His light brown hair was neatly swept back, stubble adorning his cheeks and chin and amber eyes which regarded me intently. He was lean in an athletic sort of way. I imagined he looked drop dead gorgeous in a suit. Not tonight though. His casual attire made me less nervous. I don’t think I could’ve taken it if he was all dressed up and here I was wearing very little.

He put a hand out to me. I didn’t have to ask him what he wanted. This part he explained in detail. My hands shook as I unbuttoned my long coat. I slipped it off my shoulders and handed to him. My bare skin pebbled when it met the cool air of his hallway. His amber eyes glinted. They seemed almost feral to me as if he was happy with what he saw.

He stepped away and hung my coat up in the cupboard next to us whilst I slipped off my ballet flats, leaving them neatly by his front door. He was waiting for me when I turned back to him. I dropped to my knees in front of him, legs parted, head bowed and palms facing up on my thighs. His sharp exhale of breath told me he was pleased. A tiny thrill raced down my spine.

Here I was, completely bare, kneeling in front of a man I’d never met before. It should scare the hell out of me. But it didn’t. Awaiting his command made my insides coil in anticipation. I desperately wanted to hear his voice again. My ears strained for any sounds he might make, indications of what he wanted next.

“Come, Miss Anderson.”

I saw his feet turn and he started to walk away. I rose up on my hands and knees, crawling after him. He stopped in a large living room, but I didn’t raise my head to look up at it too much. Eyes always downcast unless he gave me permission to look at him. And hell did I want to study him in detail. I’d never seen a man quite as beautiful as Dominic. Not up close and personal like this.

I sat back on my knees, adopting the position he’d instructed in his messages. He didn’t have a dedicated room or anything like that. He liked to play all over his house.

“You prepared yourself like I asked.” It wasn’t a question but a statement.

“Yes, I did, Sir.”

He wanted my skin smooth to the touch. And he wanted me ready for him to take me when he chose to. I’d spent a week preparing myself. Waxing, a manicure and pedicure along with the various toys I’d bought to accommodate his request.

No holes barred.

My nipples hardened at the thought of it. Of him taking me. Using me. Making me his completely for one night only. So why did a part of me, deep down inside, want so much more?

“Good girl. Though I suppose perhaps you’ve really been very bad, haven’t you, Miss Anderson? Tell me what happens to bad girls.”

“They’re punished, Sir.”

“Punished the way their master sees fit.”

“That’s right, Sir.”

His low rumble of approval melted my bones. I felt it deep within my core which throbbed.

“And why should I punish you?”

“I tried to solicit men to fulfil my fantasies, Sir.”

“Mmm, yes you did.”

This was something we spoke about. How it displeased him a girl like me would’ve been taken by some other lesser man. One who wouldn’t give me what I needed. Dominic wanted to give me a night I wouldn’t forget. I think it was part of what attracted him to this scenario. A relatively unexperienced girl who wanted a man to take control of her. He told me the thought of it excited him.

“Crawl to the chair over there and put your arms on it, palms face down. Look straight ahead and do not move unless I tell you to.”

My eyes followed the direction of his hand, raising up to show me where to go. It was a beautiful, modern cream coloured armchair. At least the fabric would soft against my naked skin. I did feel a little self-conscious, wondering if he liked my body, but there was no room for embarrassment tonight.

Rising up on my hands and knees, I crawled to the chair and settled my arms on it, just as he’d told me. I levelled my gaze with the back of the chair, taking a small breath as I realised from this angle, I’d exposed my most intimate parts to him.

“Spread your legs a little further.”

My knees slid across the soft cream rug covering the dark hardwood floors.

I felt his presence behind me, but I kept my gaze fixed in front of me. He told me he would start out slow, but this felt intimate on a level I hadn’t anticipated. Spreading your legs for someone you’ve never met before. Hell, I’d never even had a one night stand and yet, tonight, I would be giving this man everything.

I had to stop myself trembling with need to feel his hands on me. Something about him set my body on fire. Perhaps it was his presence, the authority in his voice and stance.

His hand wrapped around my blonde braid and he tugged my head back. Another request of his, to have one long braid down the back of my head.

“Look at me.”

I complied, the angle making it easier to see him. His amber eyes were staring down at me with such intensity I almost flinched.

“Have you been a bad girl, Miss Anderson?”

I shivered. His grip tightened. My scalp burnt a little, but I didn’t complain.

“I have, Sir. A very bad girl.”