Page 13 of Sinful Chains

Too thrown to speak, I simply nodded, watching as he swaggered into my office, closing the door behind him.

I wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but whatever it was, I was game.

Chapter five

I’d been sitting onthis conversation for a while now, holding it at arm’s length, waiting for the right time. But the truth was, there would never be an exact right time. There was only now. Only the slow, simmering heat between us. Only the potential for mindblowing pleasure, and my desire to give her everything.

She looked powerful behind her desk in her heather gray dress. Hair down, makeup expertly applied, her dark eyes tracing over me with quiet curiosity. She could sense something was coming.

I sat across from her, unbuttoning my suit jacket as I settled in. This was the hard part right here—telling the woman you want more than anything in the world that you aren’t what she’s used to. That you’re…wired differently.

“Storm,” she said, leaning forward slightly. “Spit it out. You’re thinking too much.”

I huffed out a laugh. “Are you new?”

She smiled. “You're making me nervous.”

I stared at her, admiring, of course, appreciating the way the sunlight hit her soft features. Those were a nice contrast from the direct way she met my gaze. Head-on, no fear, no hesitation. She was a strong woman, and I liked that about her. The question was, would she wield that strength over me?

Please, God, let it be yes.

I licked my lips, choosing my words carefully. “I wanna be honest with you about me.”

Her eyebrows went up.

“You know I’m a pretty controlled person,” I said as I leaned forward, elbows resting on my knees. “Here at work. At my…other work. It’s who I am. I have to have control.”

She nodded. “I’ve noticed.”

“But with you?” I met her gaze. “It’s different.”

A frown bloomed across her gorgeous face. “Different how?”

I shifted, exhaling through my nose. I needed to say this right. I needed her to understand that this wasn’t a game for me. It wasn’t about kinks or fleeting thrills. This was just who I am.

“I don’t want control with you,” I said. “I wantyouto have it.”

Her face went blank, her lips pressing into a straight line. It wasn’t disgust. It wasn’t confusion. If anything, she looked intrigued, and that was a good sign.

“Why?”

I took a slow breath. “I happen to think women are the most beautiful, powerful creatures on this earth. And black women?” I shook my head. “If God created anything more perfect than y’all, he surely kept it for himself.”

A smile played at the corners of her mouth, but she didn’t speak.

“I find it…extremely arousing to watch y’all wield your power," I continued. "It’s an honor to worship the right woman. And I think, for me,youare the right woman.”

Her lips parted slightly, but still, no words.

“I don’t mean worship in the poetic, Hotep, my queen kinda way, San. I meanliterally. I wanna serve you. I wanna kneel for you. I wanna belong to you, and give you everything you want in this world. And not just in the bedroom. When I say everything, that’s exactly what I mean.”

She swallowed hard, finally finding her voice. “Wow. I don’t know what to say to that. I don’t even…” she trailed off. “So you wanna be submissive to me? I’ve never met a man—“

“Lemme stop you right there,” I said roughly. “I ain’t like most men. See, most men are scared of women. They beat their chests on all that rah rah shit, because deep down, they know the deal. How can anything that gives life belessthan us? It makes no fucking sense.”

She inclined her head in agreement.

“I’m secure in myself, San. Ain’t no weakness over here. This is what I like. It’s what gives me pleasure.”

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