Page 126 of Elevator Pitch

“Use me? I don’t think so.”

She scoffs and scrunches up her face at me.

“You were driving me wild grinding in that damn chair all morning,” I say through gritted teeth. “If anybody’s getting used, it’syou.”

She parts her lips in surprise and her eyes light up.

“Why are you smiling? You want to be used? Thinking about your list?”

“Yes, and yes. I’m intrigued.”

Fuck it.

“Do you trust me?”

“I do.” She tells me with sincerity in her eyes, and I believe her.

“Remember the safe words? I need you to repeat them for me.”

“Red means stop. Yellow means slow down or take a break. Green means

keep going.”

“You said you want to give up control, right?”

“Yes, but-”

“Get on your knees,” I interrupt.

“Excuse me?!” She jerks her neck back, giving me an incredulous look. I’m going to remain firm and hope she trusts me here. I have an idea, and if she’ll help me see it through, I think she’ll like the outcome.

“I won’t repeat myself, Selah.”

She freezes, looking me up and down, and I see the war within herself before she surprises me and lowers to her knees, sitting on her feet. Joining her hands and resting them on her thighs, awaiting my next command.

“That’s my good girl.”

She beams at my praise. I glance down at my watch to look at the time, and I have a meeting in about ten minutes. Looks like I’ll have to multitask.

“Crawl to me.” My tone leaves no room for suggestion.

She rolls her eyes and makes a face. I try not to chuckle at her expression, I expected resistance, and I will not push her. She knows what to do if she’s uncomfortable, and I trust that she’ll use the safe words at any time. I know this isn’t going to be easy for her, but once she lets go, she’ll see what I’m doing for her. We have a stare down before she leans forward and gets on all fours. She slowly crawls across the floor while keeping her eyes locked on me. She sits back on her feet, hungrily awaiting my next command.

“That’s my beautiful fucking girl.”

She smiles, and it radiates the room.

“Get under my desk and face me.”

She gives me a questionable look before obeying. She gets back on all fours and arches her back, making a show of it with each sway of her hips. As she inches closer to my desk, I’m resisting the urge to smack her plump ass. Seeing her let go of that control while maintaining her confidence is making me so hard right now. She crawls and ducks below my desk, turning to face me as she sits back on her feet. I glance down at my watch again. Five minutes.

“Do you know why I have you down here?”

She nods.

“Are you going to obey me?”

She nods again, and her silence is worrying me. I’ve grown accustomed to a Selah who enjoys a little back and forth beforehand. It’s a part of our foreplay at this point.

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