Page 29 of Wicked Games

Neither held any appeal for me.

If my plan was going to work, it needed to be all-consuming.

This wasn’t some game to be played out with the players allowed to quit whenever they wanted. This needed to become the new reality of the woman I chose—no questions asked.

Complete psychological and physical immersion.

She would need to be my captive in both mind and body.

Taking a step forward, I entered the room without knocking. I was lord and master in this world, no door was barred to my entrance.

Elizabeth turned in shock, holding the folds of a white linen nightgown closed with a tightly clasped fist between her breasts.

“Leave us,” I commanded her lady’s maid without even sparing a glance in her direction. My entire focus was on Elizabeth. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the woman drop a quick curtsy and without sparing a glance in my ward’s direction, she quickly did my bidding.

Standing in the center of the room, she never looked more vulnerable or beautiful. Her hair tumbled past her shoulders in a wild mass of curls. Her cheeks were stained a bright pink, either from embarrassment or crying I did not know. Observing her silently, knowing the longer I remained so, the more on edge and unbalanced she would become, I watched as she nervously slipped her full bottom lip between her teeth and bit down. So my little treasure bit her lip when she was anxious as well. Good to know.

Casting her eyes on the floor at my feet, Elizabeth’s voice was faint as she said, “I’m very tired and would like to go to bed.”

The corner of my mouth lifted in a knowing smile. “That is why I am here, dear one.”

Shaking her head, she took a few steps back. Unknowingly, she crept closer to the fire. The soft glow from the flames perfectly illuminated her form in silhouette through the thin nightgown. I could see the gentle curve of her hips and the tucked-in nip of her small waist. She had beautiful long and lean legs, the kind that would wrap tight around a man’s body as he thrust into her.

“Please. I’m sore. I can’t anymore,” she begged prettily.

My cock swelled at the sound. There was just something so empowering about having a woman completely at your mercy.

“I will not share your bed… tonight.”

Her show of relief was followed swiftly by a flash of defiance. I knew she had caught my implication. “That is why these will be necessary.”

Raising my arm, I held out the leather restraints I’d had made specifically for her.

“I’m not going to let you tie me up with those!”

“I’m afraid it won’t be up to you, my dear.”

“I promise. I won’t try to run away. I don’t even know where we are!”

Dropping the restraints, I took a few steps toward her. She tried to back up even further but the heat of the flames prevented her continued retreat. Reaching out, I caressed her soft cheek before gliding my hand into her soft curls. Placing my other hand against her lower back, I pulled her forward, pressing her body against my own. Leaning down, my lips skimmed her jaw. Taking the small lobe of her left ear between my teeth, I gave her a teasing bite before murmuring, “I want you to be a good girl and take this nightgown off and go lie down on the bed for me.”

Her breath came in quick rasps. I could feel the rapid pace of her heart where it pressed against my chest. As my face stayed close to her own, kissing my way along the smooth column of her neck back to the corner of her mouth, I could feel the barest touch of liquid against my lips.

Her tears.

Flicking my tongue out, I licked the salty drops from my upper lip before tracing the tip of my tongue up her cheek, tasting the tears on her skin.

With my mouth pressed against her cheek, I could feel the movement of her jaw as she swallowed nervously. Then again, when she opened her mouth to wet her lips before speaking. “No. I won’t do it.”

My grip on her hair tightened. Using my fist, I twisted the hair in my grasp till she cried out in pain. Forcing her head back, I placed my free hand against her throat, squeezing gently. Her emerald green eyes widened in justifiable alarm. “Wrong answer,” I growled before forcing her to her knees before me.

Keeping my grip on her hair, I looked down at my captive ward. Her open mouth was only a few inches away from my cock. I could almost imagine the feel of her warm breath against the sensitive tip.

“I see you still do not know your place. Let me make it very simple for you. Your place is to obey me. No questions asked. My word is law. Do you understand?”

“No. I don’t understand any of this!”

“You are only confused. Your grief and time at the asylum have scattered your delicate mind. In time, all this will become second nature to you like it was before.”

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