Page 39 of Captured Onyx

A furious flame flickers in her eyes when she glares at me. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me, little one. Get naked—and then get on the bed."

"Why do I have to be naked? I can sleep in these sweats. There's no reason for me to-"

"Because I say so," I cut her off. "Strip. Now."

"But-"

She gasps in shock when I silence her with a fast, tight grip to her throat. I'm not choking her, not really, just holding her in place with a subtle threat.

And it does the trick. She stares up at me, eyes wide and terrified, but laced with the delicious allure that only a submissive can cast.

"I told you, there's more for you to learn," I hiss, my face so close to hers that our lips almost touch as I speak. "And this is part of the job."

She croaks, clearly overstating the effect my hold has on her.

"But you said you wouldn't touch me tonight."

"Correct. And I meant it."

"But-"

"One more 'but' and I'll spank your sorry little ass until you pass out, Onyx," I stop her cold with my words. "And I know you don't want that. There are girls who'd gladly accept a hot, sweet spanking, their pussies drooling while they call it a punishment—but you're not like that, are you?"

She's quick to reply this time, shaking her head as much as my grip allows.

"Well, I suggest you obey then," I say, releasing my hand from her slim throat. "And fucking trust me."

I can see her fighting the urge to spit a defiant remark at me dancing across her face, but she's smart enough to stop herself this time. Instead, she opts to shoot me an angry glare while she strips off the frumpy clothes I gave her to wear. It's about time to replace those anyway.

Tomorrow.

I watch as she peels off her clothing and exposes herself before me, her anger at my unyielding command overriding any fear or embarrassment she might be suffering from.

It's a beautiful sight, a rare sight. I've never had a girl look at me like that when I ordered them to do something—and especially not Lailah. There was always a smirk tickling the corner of her mouth when she complied with my commands, be it professionally or sexually. Not that the latter ever went as far as I wanted it to. I was smarter than that. Getting involved with Lailah had never been worth the risk and trouble it would cause. Besides, she was promiscuous, and I hate to be just one of many. I don't share my women, ever, and with Lailah, I knew that decision would be out of my hands. Her obedience was well engrained, but was limited outside of her obligation toward the Covey.

It's different with this girl. It may not last, but in this very moment, she is all mine, and she will be for the next few weeks.

She seems to be glad to get out of the unflattering outfit, throwing each piece aside as if she couldn't get rid of it fast enough. A tremor travels through her body when my eyes trail along her petite figure, taking in every detail of her body as I try to figure out the best way to bind the rope around her frame. Her tits are small and soft, perfect to be tied tightly. I would love to see that on her, but it wouldn't be the right choice for tonight.

After all, she'll have to sleep in the knots. It has to be confining and secure, impossible for her to break free, but still comfortable enough so she can find some rest.

And sensual. Never anything wrong with having a piece of rope grazing those pretty lips between her legs.

"On the bed," I repeat, jutting my chin in the direction of the sheets.

She sighs, and I'm sure she's rolling her eyes at me when she turns away to climb on top of the mattress.

I decide to let it go for now and fetch the rope that I keep in my duffle bag next to the bed.

"Sit," I tell her when she's about to lie on her back. She throws me a questioning look, shifting her short limbs unsurely as she sits on her heels.

She has so much to learn.

There's so much I could teach her.

And so little time to do it.

I better make the best of the time I have.

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