Page 36 of Deadly Rival

Not yet, though.

“I didn’t tell you to stop.”

She flinches at the words, but gets back to work. She grips the leash tightly now, knuckles white on the leather. Her tits are probably getting sore from all that movement. I really should let her stop.

Soon.

There it is. That swell of power. I should feel embarrassed by how much I’m enjoying this, and if she was a helpless woman, maybe I would. But she’s a fucking Calder, and she’s performing just for me.

Christ. If I make her keep going much longer, I’ll come in my pants. And that would be a terrible waste. I raise a hand. “Stop.”

She does, panting hard. I give her a few seconds to recover, then snap, “Hands on your head.”

She lets out a small, pained groan but complies right away. It mustn’t seem like much, after what I’ve just made her do. I study her, top to bottom. Red tinges her chest, neck, and face. Her eyes are a gray storm angled off to the ceiling, and there’s shimmer in them too. She’s fighting tears.

But she deserves this. I’m delivering justice, even though it’s in a messed-up form.

I stand, and she flinches back a step. I give her the full benefit of my friendliest smile, the one that makes old ladies blush. “Relax, pet. You’re doing well. Keep your hands where they are now. I’m going to inspect my property.”

She swallows, an anxious bob of the throat, but doesn’t argue. She’s slipping into obedience, and I’m not sure if I’m relieved or disappointed. I come close, only inches away, and she looks me in the eye for the first time in a while. The position she’s in pushes her breasts up in the most tempting way, and I can’t resist any longer.

I bring my hands to her waist and almost groan at the softness of her skin. It’s been months since I touched a woman, and Igrasp the silky texture as if I’m drowning. She sucks in a sharp breath as I trace the bottom of her ribcage, just exploring.

This wasn’t part of the plan. Humiliate her, then send her to bed to think about it—that’s what was supposed to happen. But I’m human, and God, she feels like heaven. I slide my hands up higher, skirting the soft swell at the bottom of her breast. I want to go higher but force myself to linger. Am I teasing her or myself? I can’t think beyond the next breath.

Higher. The soft weight of her tits just about kills me. I find her nipples and roll them between my finger and thumb. She bites her lip as they slowly harden, and I duck my head to her ear. “That feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Fuck off.”

“No. In fact, I think we’ll move this to the bedroom. Come.” I grab her leash and give it a sharp tug.

She gives a last, longing glance at the door as she follows me to my room.

The bedcovers still lie in a tangled heap. No cleaners allowed until I’ve got into some sort of a routine with Ophelia. I throw them onto the floor and point to the bed. “Up you go.”

She obeys but shoots to the corner of the bed, knees tucked up, hiding herself away. Her voice quavers when she says, “Remember. The game. You promised.”

“Don’t worry. We’re just going to watch a movie.” I grab the remote, turn on the TV, and pull up the feed from the miniature hidden cameras in my living room. I select the one I want, rewind to the spot I’m looking for, and set it to loop. Ophelia appears on the screen, naked and jumping.

I get the reaction I hoped for. Ophelia shrieks, covering her eyes. “No. Turn that off.”

I climb onto the bed, shift the pillows up like I’m settling in for a Netflix binge, kick my shoes off, and sprawl. I hold my arm out. “Come here and open your eyes. That’s an order, pet.”

She crawls over, eyes open but not looking at the screen. I pull her into the crook of my arm and point at the screen. “Watch yourself. Look what I made you do. Should I release this, do you think? Leak it out onto the web? Kendrick would kill me, but I’m not exactly in his good books right now anyway.”

He’d flay me alive and eat my eyeballs, probably. But she doesn’t need to know that.

She stares at the screen, a miserable groan dropping from her lips. “Please. Turn it off.”

I don’t. Instead, I raise up on one elbow and start to play.

Her eyes stay locked on the screen as I trace her curves. She’s stiff under my hands, but when I reach her sensitive nipples, her breathing changes. It’s subtle, but if there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s this. I can spend many happy hours finding the pleasure points on a woman and making full use of them. I know when I’ve struck gold, however much she tries to hide it.

Let's see what else I can find.

I move down the bed, and she shoots me a shocked glance as I place my hands around her feet. I start to massage them, fingers moving in firm circles, and she barks, “What the hell are you doing?”

“We need to work on that tone of yours. Disrespect earns punishments. Do you want me to drag you down to the refectory in just your collar?”

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