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I smile. “Submissives who crave the kind of dominance I intend to exert over you are brought to their knees at the idea of belonging to the right Dominant.”
After several seconds, she draws in a deep breath. “I promised myself I would never let a man control me.”
“There’s a difference between letting someone abuse you, either emotionally and physically, and letting someone guide you in the direction of being the best version of yourself with only good intentions toward your well-being.”
She pales again.
“Did someone abuse you, baby?” I ask carefully.
She slowly shakes her head. “I’ve never let anyone close enough to have the opportunity.”
And yet, she knows about abuse. She’s witnessed it. Her parents? I won’t ask right now. I suspect it’s a deep wound and probably has something to do with why she’s hiding in Wilde, Arizona.
I need to touch her so badly. I hold out my hand. “Please come to me, baby.”
Chapter 6
Arianna
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He wants me to go to him. The idea scares the hell out of me. If I let him touch me, I will fall under his spell. I will end up kissing him. I’m not sure it will stop at kissing. I’m equally unsure I’m ready for whatever he’s planning to do to me.
But I want it. I want what he’s offering. It’s as though I’ve fallen into another dimension. I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my life. I don’t even know what it is I want. This is foreign to me. All I know is he has me hypnotized. My body hasn’t fully belonged to me since the moment he walked into the library last week.
I can’t get him out of my head. He consumes my thoughts day and night. I toss and turn and wake up in the middle of the night needing something I don’t have any experience with. I slide my hand into my panties and rub myself to fantasies of this man more than once a night.
He’s so much older than me, and that fact somehow makes him even more attractive. It’s as though I’m certain he knows exactly what to do to my body to make it hum because he has experience.
Can I keep my head on straight and let him touch me at the same time? I don’t think I’ve done a good job of keeping my head on without him touching me, so probably not.
The truth is I’m desperate to explore what he’s offering, and I can’t find the will to turn him down.
I let my legs slide to the floor, rise, and shuffle toward him.
Dallas spreads his thighs, takes both my hands, and pulls me between his knees. He’s tall enough even sitting that I reach only a few inches above him when standing.
He brings my hands to his lips and kisses my knuckles, one at a time, slowly.
I’m panting by the time he lifts his gaze back to mine. “Do you want to know what it means to be mine, baby?” His voice is gravelly.
Wetness coats my panties, and I squeeze my thighs together. I shouldn’t react the way I do every time he says I’m his. It’s illogical. But I do. I react strongly. Can he see how hard my nipples are underneath my bra?
I nod before I can stop myself because I desperately want to hear what he has to say. I like the sound of his voice. I want to know what it means to be his. I want to be his. It scares the hell out of me, but I can’t help being drawn to him.
He lifts my hands to his shoulders and sets them there before dropping his palms to the backs of my thighs and sliding them under my dress.
My breath hitches, and I grow increasingly more aroused. The only times I’ve ever felt this aroused have been alone in my bedroom in the past week.
His hands are so big they easily span the backs of my thighs. His fingers tease the skin between my legs. “Spread your feet a few inches, baby,” he orders in a low, sexy voice.
I swallow hard, but I do as he says.
“Good girl. I know your pussy is aching to be touched by the way you keep squeezing your thighs together. Leave them open.”
I can barely breathe. “Yes, Sir,” I murmur. When he dominates me like this, I can’t help but address him reverently.
He smiles his approval, which makes me ache further.
