Page 52 of He Will Come for Me

Tilting my head so I can see his face, I arch an eyebrow. “I will?” His large hands run down my sides to the edge of my shirt, lifting it. I raise my hands and allow him to pull it off.

“Yes. It’s part of the fun and helps us get into character.” Anxiety builds in my stomach like an unopened coke bottle that’s been shaken. He cups my jaw, rubbing his thumb along my bottom lip. “It will help. I promise.” He leans down, his lips brushing mine.

Just like that, anxiety turns into desire. His hand trails down until it’s encircling my neck as he deepens the kiss. Kissing him is like magic, like a thrill ride at an amusement park, one of the best experiences of my life.

He pulls back, not allowing the kiss to get out of hand. Stepping back, he motions to me. “Get dressed.” He uses that same tone with me again. It does things to me.

“Will you call me pet at the auction?” His eyes become hooded and his posture changes. My breathing picks up at his dark look as he steps forward. His hand grasps my throat as he lifts my chin to almost an uncomfortable position.

“I will. And do you know what you’re supposed to call me?”

I stare at him, trying to rack my brain, not wanting to disappoint him with the wrong answer. “Master?”

His mouth slowly curves into a dangerous smile. “That’s my good girl. Or, sir.” I begin to nod, but stop myself because his hand is still grasping my throat.

“Is this the only time we do this?” I ask.

“Yes. It’s our way of making it more enjoyable and tolerable.” He releases my throat and kisses me on my jaw before stepping back and watching me.

Taking everything off, I stand before him in just my thong. He devours me with his eyes and it makes me feel like I could ask for anything and he’d give it to me. I probably could.

Pulling the dress on, I smooth it down over my hips, then walk to the floor-length mirror. Staring at my reflection, I’m surprised at how sexy I feel. The dress falls halfway to my thighs and hugs my curves. The light blue of the dress makes my hair look almost white.

He walks up behind me, wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me against him. His cock is hard against my back, but he doesn’t try anything. Simply stares at me.

“You’ll be asked multiple times if you can be shared. Even though your mask clearly shows you can not. The members test boundaries. Even those who have been firmly put in place.” He turns me around so I’m facing him.

“Today we’ll be planning, but there will be members present. Don’t speak unless I give you the okay to do so.” I exhale in relief. If that’s a rule, it’s fine with me. He won’t let me speak if he knows I won’t be able to answer something correctly. “If at any time you get overwhelmed or feel uncomfortable, put your arm down so your wrist is facing me.” He takes my hand and turns my arm so my wrist is facing him. “Then take your index finger and your middle finger of your other hand and tap your wrist twice.” He demonstrates it for me.

“That tells me I need to finish my conversation and excuse us. If you can’t wait or you feel you’re going to have a panic attack. Tap your wrist three times. That tells me to take care of you immediately.”

I don’t know how to respond to this. Swallowing, I glance down at my wrist, which he still has lightly grasped in his hand. I tap my fingers against the inside of my wrist and raise my gaze back to him.

“Like that?”

He nods as his thumb brushes over the pulse in my wrist. “Yes, perfect.”

“Are we…” I look away from him, his stare becoming a little overwhelming. “Are we going to be expected to have sex in front of people?”

I don’t think I can do that. Have we done that in the past?“No. The only time that’s required is the first time someone is purchased.”

“Someone? You mean women?”

“Men are purchased as well.” I wasn’t expecting that.

“Willingly or unwillingly?” I’m beginning to panic.

How am I going to pull this off? There’s so much I don’t know. People will be able to tell.

Phoenix grasps both of my wrists lightly and rubs circles on them with his thumbs. “Breathe, love. I know this is a lot. I hate I have to give you a crash course, but I promise to never leave your side. And if at any moment you need me to pull you away, I will.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

“To answer your question, there’s a bit of both for men and women. Some choose to do it, others, as you already know, are forced into it. It’s our goal to stop the practice of forcing those into it.”

I’m speechless. Again. I thought we were trying to stop it all together, but we aren’t. Things begin to click in my head.

“You said at the fights there are women there that offer services. But you have other legitimate businesses as a way for people to work if they don’t want to do that. Are the fights a thing? Or were you really talking about the auction?” His mouth tips up into a smile.

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