Page 31 of Taming Scarlet

I needed to…

“Put your hands on the floor,” he demanded.

“What d—“

“Put your hands on the floor,” he growled, enunciating each word like its own sentence.

Why did I do it?

Knowing my ass was pointed at him? That my skirt was likely hiking up almost enough to show him some bare butt cheek.

“Now turn and crawl to me.”

I was absolutelynotgoing tocrawlto a man.

Except, somehow, I was moving.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmured again, and my belly wobbled at the praise as I crawled closer to him. “Now kneel,” he demanded. “No,” he chided. “Chin up,” he corrected me. “Eyes down. Yes, just like that. I always get to look at that pretty face,” he told me. “But you only get to look at me if I give you permission. Do you understand?” he asked.

“Y…yes,” I said, hearing a wobble in my voice. Which I was convinced was because of the way my belly was flip-flopping and my pussy was throbbing. I wouldn’t even pretend to understand that reaction.

Maybe I was drunker than I realized.

Maybe someone had slipped me something.

It wouldn’t be the first time.

That was why we always, always went out in groups of three. So someone was always able to get us out of there if we were suddenly stumbling or passed out.

But I felt… normal.

A little fuzzy from the liquor, but not so wasted that I couldn’t control my actions.

Why wasn’t I, then?

Why was I doing what he demanded of me?

And why was I liking it?

“Yes, what?” he asked.

I didn’t have to ask for clarification.

I knew what he wanted from me.

“Yes, sir.”

“Do you want to leave?” he asked, gaze boring into me.

“No, sir.”

He said nothing for a long moment then, but I could feel his gaze on me, even though I could only see his legs.

“Now,” he said, finally, sounding almost resigned. Over what, I had no idea. “As I said, you behaved badly tonight,” he said.

I wanted to object.

The problem was, I knew I had.

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