Page 77 of Pretty Little Thing

“Say that again,” he says as he slowly slides it down my back. “Tell me the reason why you asked me to come here.”

I lick my lips. “I want to submit to you.”

“Again.”

I let the dress fall to the floor. He admires my nearly naked form in the mirror, his hands crawling around me to feel my bra and panties.

“I want to submit to you,” I say again.

He grabs my chin and guides my head back to crush his lips on mine. I kiss him back, parting for his tongue and reaching behind me to caress his neck. I push up on my toes and he leans down to meet me. I cup his chiseled face, press our bodies together, and I kiss him just like every other time before.

Clive slides his hands up my back and unclasps my bra. He guides the loose straps down my shoulders and I let it fall to the floor. His hands continues down my shoulders, firmly squeezing my breasts on their way down to my panties. I bite my lip as he guides them down and the throbbing between my thighs intensifies threefold.

“Sit on the bed,” he says, stealing one more kiss from me.

I tremble at the words. “Yes, Mr. Snow.”

He smiles as I walk away. I feel more tension fade from the room and by the time I sit down on my bed, it’s gone completely. It’s just me and him up here. Just me and my Dom.

And I want to learn.

Clive stands over me and reaches into his pocket. “Your right wrist, please.”

I extend my hand as he withdraws a pair of handcuffs from his jacket pocket. I pause, just barely recoiling as he smiles at me.

“Just the one wrist first,” he says. “To get used to it.”

I let him cuff me, each metallic click of it sending bolts of heat throughout my core.

He slides his belt free and unzips his pants. “Ms. Payne,” he growls.

My tongue twitches, salivating for him. I reach for him, hooking my fingers into the elastic liner of his briefs. He watches with lustful eyes as I pull them down to his thighs, exposing his hard cock. I open my mouth, wanting so badly to taste him again, but I take it slowly. I lick his tip, massaging it with several long strokes of my tongue as his fingers curl behind my neck.

“Good girl,” he whispers with a heavy groan.

He reaches into his jacket pocket again but whatever he withdraws is locked in his enclosed fist.

“Lie back,” he says. “Head on the pillows. Spread your legs.”

I slide his cock out of my mouth and nod. “Yes, Mr. Snow,” I say.

He finishes undressing himself as I move, taking his jacket and shirt off and letting his pants fall to the floor. I lay against my pillows with open legs, just like he requested, and he towers beside the bed in nothing but his socks.

“Hands above your head,” he says.

I feel the handcuffs on my right wrist as I move them up to my headboard.

“I’m going to restrain you now,” he says, his eyes on mine. “I’m the only one with the key. If you’re a good girl, you will be freed when I’m done with you. Do you understand?”

I twitch, completely enthralled by the deep growl in his voice. “Yes,” I whisper.

“You will have no control,” he adds. “You will submit to me completely. Body and mind. Do you understand?”

Oh, hell yes.

This is what I wanted. What I needed. A chance to give up control. No more orders or meetings or deadlines. Just a few damn hours to submit to someone else’s demands, just like Melanie said.

I’m not the boss in here. He is.

And it feels so fucking good.

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