Page 29 of Bound By My Father's Best Friend

He stepped into the room and gently shut the door behind him. “Nothing, huh?”

“Nope,” I said, popping theP.

“And what is behind your back?”

“You know,” I hummed, “just a contract with my name on it.”

Stiffening, Hector dropped his gaze to his desk and then lifted it back up to mine. Heat grew warmer between my thighs, as all I could think about was that Hector was so serious about this—about us—that he had already drafted a contract.

A freaking BDSM contract!

“Is that so?” Hector asked, stalking closer to me with that dangerous look in his eye, like the one he had given me this afternoon at the office when he tied my hands over my head.

“Yep.”

“Well, with that little smirk on your face, it seems like you’re enjoying it.” He moved around his desk, sat in the chair, and twirled me around so I faced him. “Why don’t you read all your favorite parts to me?”

My eyes widened, and I shook my head. “I-I don’t think?—”

“Nonsense,” he said, holding the contract in his hands now. “Read it.”

“Okay, fine,” I said, reading it through my head.

He growled. “Aloud.”

Fuck.

I stared down at the contract and flipped to the Responsibilities section, leaning back on one hand. He shifted my legs so mine were spread and his were nestled between them, his bulge on full freaking display underneath the dim light flooding in through the large windows.

“My favorite part is responsibility number three,” I said. “Where you reward me.”

“You only get rewarded for good behavior.”

“I’m always good.”

“I’d say the opposite.”

“Well, that’syouropinion,” I said. “I am good … just not for you.”

“Rewards only come ifIthink you’ve been good. Not the other way around.” After standing, he flipped tothe responsibilities of submissivesection and took my chin in his hand. “You will refer to me as Master or Sir. You always ask for permission to come. You follow my directions. And you stay loyal to me, Heather. Is that understood?”

I stared up at him, excitement rushing through me. “Or what?”

He moved closer to me, his bulge millimeters from my pussy. “Or you’ll be punished.”

“I’ve read the Punishment section already,” I said.

“So you know what will happen when you talk back to me.”

I bit back a smirk. “They’re all my favorite.”

“None of them should be your favorite,” he growled. “They’re punishments.”

“Oh yeah.” I giggled. “I mean that I hate them all. Especially the public discipline one.”

It seemed hot on paper, but if he actually made me do that in real life, I would probably have another freaking heart attack, like I did today at the office! Though I would never ever tell him that or he’d use it to his full advantage.

“You won’t enjoy the punishment when I force you through twenty consecutive orgasms and refuse to stop until you’re calling yourself a dirty little whore on the saddle,” he said.

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