Page 30 of Crave Me

From behind me, I heard the soft click and swoosh of the heavy wood door. Still dressed in only my pants, I shoved my hands to my hips and turned to face her. She still wore the dark purple slip. Exquisite. It hugged her in all the right places, giving only mere glimpses of her beautiful body beneath. As my gaze trailed her petite frame, she shifted on her feet. She held her hands together in front of her, fidgeting and twisting her fingers. Nothing else she could have chosen would have made my dick harder.

“Come here, Chloe.”

I walked to the end of the bed, waited for her to move. She walked to me slowly, almost timidly, and my brows pulled together. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, sir. I’m not sure what to do now.”

I reached out and pressed my fingertips beneath her chin, and lifted her head until she faced me directly. “You live a very ordered life. From your apartment that looks more like a showroom than a home, to your business and taking care of a half-dozen employees along with ordering and deliveries, and scheduling, you are always in control. You always know what’s going to happen next. I bet you carry around not only a calendar on your phone, but it’s always perfectly synced to at least three other devices. I’d go further to suggest you carry around a small paper calendar in your purse as well. Am I right?”

Her lips began sliding into a smile but stopped. I’d nailed her correctly before she even admitted it.

“Am I right, Chloe?”

“Yes. Mostly.”

I brushed my thumb over her bottom lip, tugging it gently before letting it go. Her eyes widened and softened. “Then focus on the following task. While you’re with me, you only need to remember two things. One, I’m in charge. Always. And two, do exactly what I tell you. When you’re with me, you get to take a break from planning and organizing and calculating, and making sure everyone around you is taken care of. When you’re with me, I take care of you.”

Her thin shoulders slumped, as if she’d been burdened by the weight of her responsibility and hadn’t known it until I told her she could release it.

“Do you understand Chloe?”

“Yes, sir. I understand.”

“Good.” I dropped my hand from her lips, grazing her neck before sliding my fingertips beneath a thin purple strap at her shoulder. “Then remove your slip, turn around, and bend over the bed. Show me your ass, because I’ve been dying to redden it with my hand while I’m fucking you.”

She shuddered, nipples hardened beneath the lace, and her cheeks flushed. Unable to stop myself, I brushed my thumbs over both her nipples before stepping back, giving her space to do what I’d demanded.

Her petite body was exquisite. I typically liked my women taller and curvier. I liked being able to watch their breasts and ass jiggle with every thrust of my hips and smack of my hand. Chloe was shorter than other women I usually screwed, and without any shoes on, she barely came up to my shoulder. But there was also something incredibly sexy about the way she carried her small frame, as if she was three feet taller, and a whole lot ballsier. Yet it was also her size that made me want to pull her into my arms, tuck her head beneath my chin and cover her with my body and my protection.

Shit. I needed to get a grip. My time with her wasn’t about protecting, it was about teaching so she’d be safe in the future.

As she bared her body to me inch by inch, lifting her nightgown and then dropping it to the floor between our feet, I sucked in a breath.

Perfect. I’d been with her every night for a week, touching her and taking care of her, but rarely was I able to see and touch her breasts, her stomach, the tender flesh just above the apex of her thighs. Tonight, I’d rub my hands over every inch of her. My hard dick demanded I get started.

“Bend over now,” I ordered when she’d turned around and faced the bed. “Make sure you spread your feet as far as you can so your chest is flat on the bed. Stretch your arms straight out in front of you when you’re in position.”

Her back rose and fell with quickened, sharp movements, and her eyelashes fluttered rapidly.

I hadn’t touched her, but already her pulse was racing. She was probably dripping wet, too, based on the flush of her cheeks.

I moved to the side of the bed, where she could see me. Then I reached down beneath the mattress and pulled out a set of padded cuffs I’d hidden earlier. “Give me your hand,” I ordered, maintaining eye contact. Her fingers flexed before she pushed her arm in my direction.

I wasted little time cuffing her, and moved to the other side of the bed so I could do the same to her other wrist.

“Can I ask what we’re going to do?” she asked, her voice a mere whisper but still seemed to echo.

“I’m going to fuck you,” I said. Her hands pulled on the bindings, but they barely moved.

Her arms were spread into a V-shape above her head and when I walked to stand behind her, her inner thighs were already glistening with moisture.

“But do you know what I’m going to do before I fuck you, Little Bird?”

I lifted my hand, dancing my fingers down her spine. She tensed from the unexpected touch before relaxing, melting into the bed as I tried to calm her. Her back still held healing marks, which was why I only planned on using my hand tonight. Even the most experienced Dom could make a mistake occasionally and I couldn’t risk it until she was perfectly healed. But just running my hand along her marks, given to her by another Dom—another man—made my jaw tighten. She’d not only experienced something horrific, but another manhadher.

“What, sir?”

“I’m going to play with you. I’m going to eat you and taste you everywhere. I’m going to play with your pussy, your ass, and your mouth. The best part? You won’t be able to see a thing.”

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