Page 88 of Deadly Obsession
“No.”
“No?”
“Sorry is not good enough. I want more.”
“More?”
“I want you on your knees.”
The words are like a bolt of lightning going straight to my cock. It jumps, just as shocked as I am.
“You want me to give you control?” I ask, realizing what she’s implying.
“Yes.”
“And what will you do if I don’t give it to you?”
My heart pounds in my chest. The last time I didn’t have control, I was being abused by my father. When he died, I was set free, and I vowed never to let anyone tell me what to do in both my professional and personal lives.
It’s why I tend to have relationships with submissive women. Is that why those relationships always felt empty? They never challenged me like Sage does?
“What would you do, Sage?” I repeat.
She plants her hands on her hips. “Are you going to risk finding out?”
She’s bluffing, but I can see how badly she needs this.
I think I need it more.
Slowly, I sink to my knees.
“I’m sorry I betrayed your trust and privacy by breaking into your password protected phone.”
“Take your shirt off and keep talking. Eyes stay on the ground,” she says and walks away.
“You were right,” I say, removing my shirt and throwing it to the side. “I should have told you how I felt. I’m not good with communication, especially when it comes to my feelings. I hold things in because of fear. Because it’s whatI had to do as a teenager. I know that’s not an excuse, but it’s the truth, and I vow to make it better. I’ll be better for you.”
Sage’s feet come into view. She’s wearing a pair of lovely red pumps; her toenails painted to match.
“Give me a safe word.”
“I don’t—”
“You do. Give me one, Elias.”
I huff but oblige. “Barry.”
“Barry?”
“Yeah, like Barry Manilow.”
I can’t see her reaction, but I just know she rolled her eyes.
“Fine. Barry it is,” she says, and above my head she thwacks something against her hand.
I manage a peek.
Does she have a… riding crop?
