Page 88 of The Assignment: Room 3

“One! You again. Are you seeing the correlation here, pet?”

“Stop.”

“No. You’re going to listen to every goddamn word I have to say, and then you’ll willingly drop to your knees for me and beg forgiveness.”

My tears fall in a continuous stream of fear and loathing. Of myself.

“Do you know how many times I’ve told a submissive I love them? Or any woman I’ve dated. Once. Just now. With you.”

My eyes shoot up, searching his face for any sign that he’s lying, but it can’t be. There’s rage boiling beneath the surface, but it’s accompanied by pain. I don’t understand.

“You don’t love me.”

“The audacity to try and tell me what I do and don’t feel. I’m your Dom. Show some fucking respect.”

“We don’t have a contract.” I’m grasping at straws right now because I can’t let myself get caught up in whatever feelings hethinkshe has. We barely know each other.

“Come with me.” He starts buttoning his shirt. The one I’m wearing. “Your days of putting on a show as a single submissive areover.” It’s a statement rather than a question. Holding out his hand, he stares me down.

“I see we’re going to have to work on your bratty behavior. You’ve been too long without a firm Dom. I’ll give you two options, Celest. Take my hand and come downstairs with me, or walk away now, and I will never ask anything of you again. What’s it going to be?”

I know what my answershould be, and yet I find my hand in his, the warmth of his palm so comforting against mine—strong and possessive.

In nothing but his shirt and my heels, I fall in step next to him as he walks me out and through the voyeur floor. The Doms he took down earlier are nowhere to be found. I’m afraid he’ll face backlash for hitting them unprovoked. “What’s going on in your head, pet? That frown of yours is marring your beautiful face.”

“I’m scared the men you hit will press charges. I don’t want you getting into trouble because of me.”

“Let me worry about that.”

I expect him to lead me to his playroom, but instead, he navigates through the bar toward his office. Stopping in my tracks, I clench my legs together as realization dawns.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“We didn’t use a condom. Shit. Shit. Shit.”

“So? We’re both clean.”

“Your cum is running down my leg.” A wicked grin spreads across his Adonis-like features.

“This I have to see.” He drops to his knees, sliding his hand up my leg until he reaches the evidence of our mistake dripping from me. “Fuck me, pet. That might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

A thrill courses through me, wanting to please him regardless of his relationship with Jenna. I scan the bar to see her sitting with Naddie, observing us over the rim of her glass. “She’s watching. Stop, Flex.”

“Let them look.” He coats his fingers in his own cum before sliding two fingers inside me as if he’s trying to put it back. When he’s done, he pushes the shirt I’m wearing up just enough to lean inand press a gentle kiss to my pussy. It feels so good I can’t bring myself to let him stop. Regardless of his commitments, I want him in any capacity. His lips are too addictive to give up.

He leaves me wanting more as he gets to his feet and studies the cum dripping from his fingers. “Open your mouth, pet.” I do as I’m told. “Now, suck them clean.”

Holy Mother of God, I’m going to hell, and I don’t even care. I take his fingers into my mouth, my eyes never leaving his as I lick his cum as if it were my favorite ice cream.

“Fuck… pet…” I love that he’s lost for words, and I can have this effect on him. He grabs my hand and pulls me toward his office like he can’t take another second without having me all to himself.

“Flex…” He slams the door behind me.

“Do you see what you do to me, Celest?” He paces the room before returning to me, his lips crashing down on mine with such primalneed. There’s nothing gentle in the way he claims my mouth with his tongue, and my pulse is racing so hard it’s whooshing in my ears.

“But I saw you with Jenna.”

He’s agitated as he moves to the couch on the far side of his office. “Get over here and get in the position. All fours. Head down.”

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