Page 37 of Deadly Rival

“No,” she mutters, and I pause my massage, waiting, until she adds, “sir.”

Every time she says that, it’s a lightning bolt straight to my cock. I’ve never dabbled seriously in BDSM, nothing beyond a bit of role-play. Making a girl call me sir or master neverappealed—too fake and cheesy. But hearing it from Ophelia doesn’t feel fake at all. She remembers, or she gets punished. She’s respectful, or she pays for it.

Jesus.

I try not to let my whirling thoughts affect the firm pressure I apply to her feet or the even cadence of my voice as I ask, “Do the shoes make your feet sore?”

I press my thumbs into her arches, and a tiny, satisfied noise escapes her. “What do you care?” A pause. “Sir.”

I gesture at the bedroom. “I like to keep my property in good condition. You’re no different.”

She makes a quiet, disgusted sound, then answers my question. “Platforms aren’t too bad. Better than stilettos.”

“Good.” I part her legs, just slightly, then move up her calves. The muscles there are tight. She’s been holding herself so tense since she arrived; she has to be all knotted up. Her gaze drifts back to the TV screen, to the looped video of her debasement, and her face twists.

“Keep watching the screen.”

I move higher, parting her thighs and tracing patterns on the soft skin there. I concentrate on the silky-smooth texture, resisting the urge to hurry this or look at her. I want to drag this out, to have her wondering if I’m ever going to move on. The only sound is her erratic breaths. Is she watching me or the screen? I don’t want to break the moment to find out.

I push her legs wide apart, and she makes a plaintive little noise as I finally let my finger graze the very outer edge of her pussy. She’s spread out before me, and the glisten of her arousal almost finishes me off. I finally let myself look at her.

Wide pupils stare back at me, black pools in her stormy gray eyes. There’s high color in her cheeks, and her puffy lips areparted in the most delicious way. Her voice is soft as she says, “Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?” I drag a fingernail along the edge of her slit, and her eyes flutter closed.

“Touching me like this. You hate me.”

It’s the first time she’s said it, and the words jolt me out of the mesmerized state I’d dropped into. I do hate her. And as much fun as it is working out what spots on her body light her up, she needs to understand this is all part of her punishment.

“You’re right. I do.” I drop my head down, right to her pussy, and spread her apart. The heady scent has me drawing in a deep breath without even meaning to. “And even so, look how wet you are.”

I swipe a finger through the moisture and hold it up for her inspection. “I’ve abducted you. Collared you. Humiliated you. And with all that, you still can’t resist me.”

I give her a devilish grin and swipe the pad of my thumb over her clit. She shudders.

“You were born to be a slave. Just a lost little pet desperate for a master.”

“No!” Her voice is stronger now, pure indignation. I’ve touched a nerve. “I hate this. I hate you.”

“Sure.” I rub over her clit again and, this time, get no reaction at all. “Your soaking wet pussy says otherwise.”

She opens her mouth to answer, but I pull back, and she shrinks away as I lean over her to open my bedside drawer. Her brows knit in confusion as I pull out a tiny bullet vibrator. “Another game.”

Sixteen

Ophelia

I hate him. Ihate him so fucking much. But even more than him, I hate that he’s right. It’s been so long since I was touched like this, and my body is grabbing on to what it can get, no matter the source.

Ever since Harrison almost killed the guy I was sneaking around with in college, I’ve forced myself to be the sweet, not-quite-virginal daughter the Calder family expects me to be. But dirty novels and vibrators can only scratch an itch so far. Years of frustration takes its toll.

And now, this absolute asshole is using it against me.

Sebastian activates the vibrator, and the sound sends a pulse through my clit. God, I’m pathetic. The sound of an inanimate object has me clenching my thighs.

“What game?” I manage. What more can he possibly do to me? My eyes stray to the hideous video again. I’ve never seen anything more degrading. He made me do that, and I’ve only been in his clutches for one day.

“I’m going to make you come while you watch your favorite show. If I fail, I’ll leave you alone the rest of theday. You can lie in bed, watch TV, eat whatever you want, and I’ll keep out of your way.”

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