Page 55 of His Dark Pact

He sank into the seat like a king, his gaze knowing as it met hers. A shot of electricity raced along her spine as their eyes locked. He held the connection just long enough to convey his true feelings—he wasn’t truly angry with her, but he was going to make her pay, anyway.

Desire pooled at the prospect, her clit tingling as though he’d just promised her pleasure.

“Before you begin, one more thing.” His hand reached for the nearby table and collected a pair of dark-rimmed glasses.

“Yes, sir?”

Time protracted as he slid the frames over his nose.

“You’ll lower the top of your dress again.” He watched her over the rims the way an austere headmaster might have done, the gesture liquifying her already stimulated sex. “I want to see those wonderful tits while you work.”

If she hadn’t been blushing earlier, then she absolutely was as he tapped his digits on the table, indicating his impatience at her delay.

“Yes.” Her breaths were labored as she lowered the top of the dress to expose her breasts. Already puckered at the cool air of the drawing room, her nipples tightened into painful buds as soon as his gaze fell on them. “Better, sir?”

A distant, easily subdued facet of the woman she’d once been—the one who worked nights as a cleaner and worried about paying the bills—balked at how simply she’d ceded and stripped again. She was more than this, wasn’t she? She had more backbone?

But that other, louder and more submissive part of her personality overruled the voice. She had backbone, yes, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t follow his orders and revel in the simplicity of it all. He commanded, and she complied. He led, and she followed—there was a wonderful ease about it all. He had caught her complaining when she should have been working. She probably deserved more of a dressing down than he’d delivered, and even better, the heat at her sex said she was going to bloody love whatever came next.

“Much better.” The edges of his mouth twitched. “You’re delightful, but so is my glassware. Be very careful with them, please.”

“Yes, sir.” She leapt to attention, dropping the feather duster and lowering to collect the new items she’d need. Eying the extensive range of figurines and glasses, apprehension tightened in her throat. He had enough in there to keep her busy for hours. “You have a lovely collection, sir.”

“Thank you.” His answer was immediate, so fast, in fact, that instinctively, she twisted to see him as he continued. “But I’d prefer you concentrate on the task in hand, so...” Lifting his index finger to his lips, he gestured for her to be quiet. “I’ll have silence, please.”

“Right,” she mumbled, turning back to the cabinet.

Catching sight of her reflection in the glass door, she noticed the fresh heat collecting on her cheeks. Strange that she should be so caught off-guard by a straightforward request for silence when she was seemingly so content with the one that instructed her to clean while she was topless. Her brow creased at the disrobing realization. She’d yielded so easily that displaying her body for him already seemed relatively normal, but being hushed for complimenting his possessions still jarred.

He’s making me pay, that’s all.

The thought was reassuring as she persevered. Taking out each piece, one at a time, she freed the glass and pottery from the layers of dust that clung to them. She handled each item with the care he’d asked for, knowing each was probably worth a small fortune but also that he was observing her from across the room. It was only when she spotted an award—a wooden shield adorned with a gold metal plate—that she temporarily forgot Kyle’s rule.

“Oh, you won the debating award!” She could easily envision Kyle taking control of a narrative and ramming his point home. As it was, she could all too easily remember how good it was when he rammed his hard shaft inside her. “Well done, sir.”

“Little girl.” His curt tone halted her words, and she spun to see him already on his feet, his headmaster specs abandoned back on the table. “What did I tell you?”

“Erm...” A delicious wave of alarm drenched her. Her error was immediately obvious, but the frenzied excitement in her belly said she couldn’t wait to see what he was going to do about it. “You want silence, sir.”

“So, youwerelistening.” His tone was approving.

“Yes,” she implored him.

“In which case, I can only assume you’re intentionally disobeying me.”

“No, sir.” She shook her head. “I was quiet. Only I saw the award you won, and I—”

“I do appreciate your endorsement, Amy.” His gaze traveled momentarily to the shield. “I am an exemplary debater, but now is not the time.”

“No.” There never seemed to be ‘a time’ where Kyle was concerned, but she supposed since he set the tone, he could control the clock, too. “I apologize.”

“No need.” He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out something long and black. “I have the remedy.”

He dangled what looked like a strap from between his fingers, permitting her time to look at the thing. It was indeed a long leather strap, but in the middle was something she’d never seen before. A large, black, circular ring of what looked like rubber was secured in the middle of the strap, and when he held it aloft, she had the distinct impression she’d learn to loathe that ring.

“Do you know what this is?”

“No, sir.” Her tightening throat guessed it was nothing good.

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