Page 9 of Unbind

The genuine way her face lights up when she takes mein is impossible to ignore. I’m sure she’s good at her job, but no one’sthatgood. Besides, I have enough datapoints from other women at other bars to accept, if not expect, this kind of reaction. If I were a better man, I’d surely take issue with having been granted an outward appearance that opens many more doors than my track record deserves.

‘What’s your name?’ I ask her, leaning an elbow on the bar, and she smiles her seductive, practised smile at me.

‘Rose. How about you?’

I shake my head smilingly. ‘Oh, it’s a lot more fun if I don’t tell you. Don’t you agree?’

‘If that’s how you want to play it, sure.’

‘Being fucked, slow and deep, by an anonymous man? I’m pretty confident I can make that fun for you.’

‘I have no doubt,’ she manages, her voice breathy.

‘You can call mesir.Are you free right now, Rose?’

‘I certainly am, sir.’

She takes me in as she waits for me to elaborate. What a very good girl. I lay my cards on the table. I have no desire to pussyfoot around—not when there’s no need.

‘Are you comfortable with corporal punishment? Just spanking,’ I add.

Her eyes widen. She really is very sexy, and that white dress is a second skin on her. Her nipples are two lovely peaks through the thin fabric, and I ache to pinch them.

‘Yes, sir, of course.’

Excellent. ‘Do you enjoy it, or do you merely tolerate it?’

She looks as though she finds me highly amusing. ‘I promise you, ifyouspank me, I’ll enjoy it. You definitely don’t need to worry about that.’ She accompanies her oath with a visual sweep of my body. I’m in my work clothes: black trousers and a white shirt, unbuttoned at the neck, tie loosened. She seems to like what she sees.

‘Good,’ I say, and I mean it.

These days, I only hurt people who enjoy it.

‘Can you get us a private room?’ I ask her.

I’m sure this circus can be fun in the right circumstances, but I don’t need it tonight. My mind craves peace. I want to be able to control my environment as much as my emotions, my urges, my actions. I want enough quiet, enough calm, that when my hand meets the firm skin of her arse, that perfectcrackwill ring cleanly around the room. I want to hear every strangled noise she makes when I drive my dick into her from behind.

She trails her hand along the bar and lays it on top of mine.

‘Come with me.’

6

ADAM

‘Undress,’ I command, lounging against the closed door to the small but luxurious room. I fold my arms over my chest and watch as this attractive woman, whose name is almost certainlynotRose, obliges. She slips the thin straps off her shoulders and proceeds to shimmy sexily out of the dress. Her tits pop out first, luscious and pert, and then she’s sliding it over her hips and down her legs to reveal that she is, in fact, naked underneath.

‘Very nice. Do you have a safe word?’

‘Daisy, sir.’

Going all in with the floral theme tonight, I see. ‘Daisy. Got it. Say it if you need to, and I’ll stop immediately. Are you wet?’

She gives a little laugh. ‘You look likethatand you’ve already told me what you’re planning on doing to me—what do you think,sir?’

‘Show me. Go deep.’

Slowly, deliberately, she slides her hand down over her stomach and between her legs, widening her stance. Sheholds my gaze as she finger fucks herself, and I smile inwardly. What a little star. She’ll do very well for my purposes. Very well indeed.

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