Page 12 of Maid to Desire
“But I’m--” He stopped my words with a kiss.
“I said,You’re perfect.Don’t doubt my words,” he growled softly. His words were firm and commanding like a warning shot.
The thought of being punished by him made me bite back a moan. Fuck. I could only imagine how he’d punish me.
“Understood?” he asked, pinching my nipple. It wasn’t too soft or rough. It was the perfect amount that made me reach behind me and take hold of the nearest object because my knees felt weak.
“Yes,” I gasped.
“Always so responsive?” he smirked, grazing the tip of his fingers across my nipple.
“I-- Uh… this is a first,” I admitted weakly.
“What?” Tyler’s eyes widened and he stared at me in shellshock. “You’ve never… Um…”
“No,” I whispered and lowered my eyes to the floor.
Realization sunk in that I had probably just killed the mood for him. If I was lucky, I could throw my shirt on, grab my bra, and hightail it out of his place with somewhat of my dignity left.
“I’m sorry. I’ll leave now.” I bent down to grab my shirt, but Tyler stopped me by grabbing my hand. I looked at him with an eyebrow raised. “Didn’t I just kind of kill the mood for you?”
“Not at all,” he shook his head and smiled. “But you did activate my best manners though.”
“Best manners?” I giggled and he gave me an award-winning smile.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, picking me up over his shoulder and walking through the living room. “I can’t just ravish you like I’d like to. I need to pamper you a bit first.”
“Pamper,” I repeated with a moan. The single word would have brought me to my knees if Tyler hadn’t been carrying me. There was just something incredibly sexy about a man like Tyler pampering me.
He carried me up the flight of stairs with ease. It was as though I weighed nothing. He didn’t even seem out of breath. More desire burned in my core at the thought of just how strong he was.
“You’re strong,” I said absent-mindedly. Tyler glanced at me and chuckled.
“What makes you say that?” he asked, continuing to carry me down a long hallway lined with various paintings on the wall.
“You’re carrying me like I’m light.” My words were faint and my cheeks burned from the embarrassment of talking about my weight.
His body tensed. He stopped walking and lowered me down to my feet. My heart raced with anxiety. I had upset him with my words. I opened my mouth to speak, but he placed his finger gently over my lips and shook his head. He looked me in the eyes.
“Melinda, I don’t know what you’ve been told in the past or what you see when you look in the mirror, but you’re absolutely beautiful,” he stated firmly, smiling. “So whatever bad thoughts you have about your curves or weight, you can forget about them because I like what I see. Understood?”
I didn’t trust myself to speak. His words had hit me like a bolt of lightning. He sounded so confident in the way he saw me. He almost made me believe that my body was perfect the way it was.
“You’re thinking too much, Melinda,” he sighed and lowered his finger from my lips.
“Sorry, it’s just--” My words cut off when he slid his hand down into the waistband of my pants. I looked up at him and he smirked.
“I’m just going to have to distract you from whatever negative thoughts you’re having.”
ChapterSeven
Tyler slidhis hand down into the front of my black thong. His fingers tensed when he touched my freshly-shaven, smooth skin. He looked me in the eyes. A smug grin tugged at his lips.
“Like what you feel?” I asked seductively.
“Love what I feel,” he smirked, then removed his hand. A whimper slid past my lips and he chuckled softly. “Relax, Beautiful. I just want easier access.”
With that, he dropped to his knees and quickly made waste of my pants, thong, and shoes.
