Page 24 of Hooked

Chapter 7

SHE QUESTIONED THEwisdom of her pencil skirt for the tenth time in as many minutes as she knelt on the thick rug in the center of his office. The flowing A-line dress with the cutaway jacket she’d tried on first would have made much more sense. But Joseph mentioned liking her snug skirts, and with pleasing him in mind, she’d gone with the impractical.

So here she was with her head bowed, hands behind her back, on her knees with her too-tight skirt bunched up at her hips in order to spread her thighs wide in her submissive pose. Hopefully, the effort would earn her forgiveness points.

She waited. A clock in his office loudly ticked off each passing second. She’d been ten minutes early, but she didn’t dare check the time now. As soon as she did, he’d come through the door.

Keys jangling outside the door announced his arrival and instantly kicked her heart into high gear. Without looking up, her eyes cast downward and her body humming with anticipation, she focused on his movements. Hearing the snick of the lock and the soft thud of his shoes on the carpet was enough to pinpoint his location as he crossed to his desk and with a clink, set his keys and probably his phone on the desk. More soft footfalls and his brown Ferragamo loafers came into view, stopping about a foot in front of her. She recognized them instantly, having picked them up with two of his suits from Nordstrom’s.

“Your decision pleases me greatly.”

“I want to be yours, sir.”

“Look at me. I prefer to see those beautiful blue eyes.”

Her lashes lifted and her head tilted back until she gazed up at his handsome face. Unlike the stern visage from their last meeting, he looked relaxed, his jaw no longer tightly clenched. Though they burned with intensity, it wasn’t anger she saw glittering in the green eyes behind his glasses, and his lips had curved into a gentle smile instead of a scowl.

“Are you ready to surrender?”

“Yes. I’ve wanted this for three years, sir, but was afraid to admit it until now.”

“Brave, pet. I prefer master when we’re in session.”

“Yes, master.” She smiled. The significance behind the title giving her a warm feeling inside.

“Good girl. Now, prove you want to be mine. Open your blouse.” His order sent waves of electric pleasure coursing through her body. She would have expected it from the fiery dom of two mornings ago or the naked, passionate dominant of the preceding evening, but this man looked and sounded like the Joseph of old. Respected attorney, upstanding citizen of Austin, who volunteered his time assisting indigent clients a few days each month and regularly gave his free time to help at the local Salvation Army. Each month, she shopped and wrapped gifts for kids living at the shelter who were celebrating a birthday and, if not for Joseph, their special day might pass with nothing at all.

His acts of kindness, though small, were beautiful. He also helped at the annual “Doing the Most Good” fundraiser. She knew this because he had enlisted her help these past few years. That this generous man was the same one who just now asked her to open her blouse in his conservative and very orderly office was surreal.

She tipped her head down as her hands went to the side closure of her petal-pink wrap blouse.

“No, keep your eyes on me.”

Another tilt of her head and she locked eyes with him. By touch, she found the bow on the side and undid the short zipper underneath. She spread the sides wide, revealing her brand-new, blush-colored pushup bra.

“Beautiful, but I want your breasts bare. Lower the cups.”

With both hands, she tugged down the satin and lace until her breasts sprang free. The tightness of the material below her full curves plumped them up into high, full mounds as they overflowed the top of her bra. Her nipples constricted, forming hard points, not from the coolness of the room rather from the heat of his avid gaze.

“Your nipples are a lovely rosy pink. They’re also very hard. Do they ache?”

“Yes, master. They ache for your touch.”

“Pinch them.”

Between the tips of her fingers and thumbs, she latched on and squeezed.

“Harder. Do it like I did.”

Obediently, she compressed the peaks until the bite of pain made her gasp.

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