Page 37 of Forbidden Obsession

“The next time I take you shopping, I’m joining you in the dressing room, so you can model everything that touches your sexy skin for me,” he growled with a lopsided grin.

His playful demeanor erased my insecurities.

“Is that so?” I countered, teasing him back.

“Most definitely.” He nodded, then sobered. “Continue.”

No longer hesitant or self-conscious, I peeled off my leggings. As I tossed them beside the shirt, the scent of my feminine arousal wafted in the air. Eyes locked on my matching thong—now saturated and clinging to my swollen folds—Blade prowled closer, dragging in a deep breath before licking his lips.

The sight of his wet tongue scraping his sinful mouth sent dirty fantasies dancing through my brain. If Blade wielded his tongue between my legs as magically as he did inside my mouth, he’d destroy me in seconds. Visions of coming undone all over his face singed my blood. Heat rolled up my body. My nipples grew impossibly tighter…throbbing in time with my drumming clit. Chills slid down my spine and another rush of slippery nectar spilled from my needy core.

“If you’re attempting to try my patience or stalling for dramatic effect,don’t.”

His fierce, formidable tone turned me inside out. Shaking the carnal fantasies from my mind, I released the flat, metal designer emblem clasped between my breasts. As the soft lace fluttered to the floor, he devoured my dark, beaded nipples with a hungry gaze.

A low growl of approval rumbled deep in his chest.

The bulge in his jeans grew exponentially larger.

As Blade prowled closer, lust lined his face and shimmered in his piercing blue eyes.

His taut, sinewy muscles strained as if trying to contain the beast I’d awakened within.

As I drank in the savage command rolling off his rugged body, a bold and brazen sense of empowerment filled me. Out of nowhere, Blade’s words thundered through my head…

The submissive holds all the power.

I finally understood what he’d meant…understood it on a whole new level.

Blade wasn’t myMasterand never would be. Still, he was offering me a chance to live out my darkest fantasies. All he wanted…no, all heneededwas me to trust him enough to place my control in the palm of his hands.

Though he’d told to me to forget everything I’d read about the lifestyle, I couldn’t keep from skimming the pages in my mind. I knew he’d likely forgive me if I screwed up, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to please him and bask in his Dominance…just once.

Sliding the thong off my hips, I branded the approval flickering in his eyes—adding it to the sound of his laughter, the thrill of his smile, the taste of his arousing kisses, and the masculine scent that clung to his skin—to memory, and tossed the sodden scrap of silk aside.

Without waiting for Blade’s instruction, I dropped my chin and lowered my lashes, then knelt at his feet. Still drawing insight from fictional submissives, I spread my legs and placed the back of my hands on my thighs.

His muttered curse—teeming with approval—spilled over me. Fighting the urge to peer up at him for a sliver of validation, I willed the need away. I refused to fail my first test of submission.

Blade stepped away, taking the sight of his boots from my periphery. Thankfully, he didn’t go far, simply circled me...silently inspecting me. Though I couldn’t see him, I felt his commanding stare singeing my naked flesh.

“You learned this submissive pose from books?” he asked, breaking the deafening silence.

“Yes.”

“I’m impressed. You look stunning, little one.” The pride and smile in his voice made my heart soar. “Let’s get down to rules, expectations, and limits, shall we?”

“Okay.”

“Rule number one, you will address me as Sir tonight.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I assume you’ve read about safewords?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. We’ll come up with one for you in a minute. Rule number two is to use that safeword if you need it, without reservation or fear. Understood?”

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