Page 15 of Reveal Me
What on earth was she thinking coming here? I mean, obviously I’m aware her mother’s ancestral home is the estate next door—hell, it was one of the reasons I bought it. There’s rarely anyone here, and when there is, they require as much privacy and security as I do. But what on earth is a woman of her status doing applying for a position as my submissive? There’s no way I could dominate her for the next three months. Jesus—one wrong move and she’d probably have her father alert the army. The fact that Dominic and my brother, Killian, each have one of their own is irrelevant. Who in their right mind would go up against the Royal Circus?
She steps tentatively off the stage in those ridiculously sexy stilettos and I force my eyes away from the shapely curve of her calves, from inch after inch of taut, flawless flesh on display. From the tiny bit of lace sheathing the pussy, which I know for a fact is dripping for my touch.
For fuck’s sake.
Not helpful. Nothing about this entire fucked up scenario is helpful.
I march her across the marble back to the black sliding glass doors she came in through a mere half an hour ago. Amazing how quickly the shit can hit the fan.
‘I don’t want to go.’ She drags her feet like the spoiltprincess she probably is. I should put her over my knee for her insolence. If she were anyone else, I would.
‘For once in your privileged life, this isn’t about whatyouwant.’ I snap, placing my finger on the recognition pad to open the doors. They slide open at what feels like a ridiculously slow pace. Despite Dominic’s voice booming behind us, the members are still unsettled by our early exit. Fuck them. If they don’t play by my rules, their memberships simply won’t be renewed.
‘You know nothing about my “privileged life”,’ she makes air quotes with her free hand.
‘Whatever. Go cry to your therapist. Or better yet, join a BDSM club and work out your issues that way—oh wait—you just tried that.’
Finally, the doors open wide enough for me to shove her through. As we step out into the softly illuminated hallway, I breathe a small sigh of relief. If any of the men in there had any idea they had a princess in their midst, she’d never have gotten out of the building. Not in one piece at least. Role play is a big part of this life for some members. They’d be clawing each other’s eyes out to spend some one-on-one time with Britain’s wildest royal. Oh, I’ve seen the tabloids. Princess Layla brings drama—everywhere she goes. But not here. Not in my club.
‘I don’t have issues—other than the one in my lingerie that is.’ She eyes me steadily through the slits in her mask. ‘Things were just getting interesting.’
‘Go find a duke’s dick to sit on or something—just not here.’ I’m pretty certain that’s not the formal way to address royalty, but then there’s been nothing formal about our exchanges to this point, so why start now? ‘Where are your clothes? Did you avail of the changing rooms?’ My fingers are still wrapped tight around her wrist, tight enough to feel her pulse racing. She’s pumping adrenaline, fight or flight,but given that she’s digging her heels into the floor and refusing to take another step, it’s clear she has no intention of fleeing.
‘You promised me you wouldn’t judge me on my face.’ She shakes herself free from my grip. Given that she’s nearly naked, one would imagine she might cross her arms over her chest—but no—she places one on her hip and thrusts her chest out, drawing my attention once again to her beautiful, bewitching body.
‘I’m not judging you on your face. I’m judging you on your family. If they had any idea I let you into my club, that I made you…’ I scrub my hand through my hair. It doesn’t bear thinking about.
‘Technically, I snuck in, and you didn’tmakeme do anything. I wanted to.’ Her voice softens slightly. ‘I slipped out, away from my guards, and crossed into your estate specifically because Iwantedto be here.’
‘You can’t be here, Princess.’ I glance over my shoulder, double checking the corridor behind us but it’s empty. ‘It’s not worth the risk.’ My eyes fall to her lips. It’s a damn fucking shame she is who she is because the second she walked into that theatre, I knew instinctively that out of the three, she was the one I’d pick.
‘Why not? You’re the only person who knows who I am.’
‘And now I know, there’s no way I could…’ Images of her beautiful body strapped to the Saint Andrews Cross assault my brain. Of her spread legged and begging for me to let her come. Of her screaming my name and exploding on my cock when I finally let her. Fuck. It can never happen.
She blows out an exasperated breath. ‘That privilege you mentioned?’ There’s a hint of hysteria in her tone. ‘It’s nothing but a prison. Protocols. Duties. Charity functions. Photoshoots. Every minute of my life is mapped out for me. I’ve been banished here to consider my options—the truth is,I don’t have any. And I never will. So please let me at least have this.’
Her words stir something in my chest. ‘I get it.’ I soften my tone. ‘Believe me, I get it. My life is much the same—minus the title. My future was planned out for me from the day I was born. College. Masters. Which section of the business I’d manage. Which bullshit ball I have to show up and “network” at. Which is why I exercise complete control down here. It’s my own sexual sanctuary. I can’t risk you ruining that. Imagine if your guards followed you? They could be outside the front entrance right now.’
‘They didn’t, and they’re not,’ she says matter of factly.
Still, I’ll be happier when I get her out of here. Then I can check the cameras, find out how she actually managed to get into the building, and bollock Larissa, and every other one of my security staff for landing me in this predicament.
‘You’ve had your fun.’ I motion for her to start walking again.
‘Actually, I haven’t.’ Her voice is low and husky as her steps match mine. ‘Maybe we could…’
‘Not going to happen.’ No matter how much my dick is screaming at me. We reach the door to my office. I pull her in, flick on the light and close the door behind me. ‘Stay here. I’ll find your clothes, and I’ll personally escort you back to Ardmore Castle.’
She sashays her hips across the room, stopping when she reaches my desk, running a long slim finger across the dark glass top. ‘The thing is, Mr Beckett, now I’ve seen what you’ve got going on down here, I want—need to be a part of it.’
‘You have no idea what you’re asking for,’ I prowl closer. ‘What you experienced tonight wasn’t even the tip of the iceberg. You can’t even imagine what I would have done to you on that stage in front of all of those people. What Iwould have made you do to me.’ Blood rushes to my cock at the mere idea of it. ‘Thank fuck I didn't.’
She turns so her pert backside is resting on my desk, then hoists herself back on to it, slowly and seductively parting her legs. Holy fuck. Princess Layla has a reputation for being wild, but fucking hell, no one ever mentioned how sexual she is. How, in person, her body exudes pheromones that scream‘fuck me until I can’t fucking walk’.
The image of her bare pussy will be forever burned into my brain.
Her hands rest on her thighs. ‘I want you to show me. Teach me. Educate me on this life.’
