Page 63 of Knightfall
“I can’t do anything with you while you’re wearing my mother’s dress. You smell like her.”
My mouth dropped open. That was the absolute last thing I expected him to say.
“Take it off.”
I stared into his eyes and slowly realized Ryan had slipped into his dominant persona. He hadn’t headed out the door to find the first girl he could. He’d stayed. The desire I saw in his eyes squashed my insecurities. My nerves melted into elation. My body throbbed as I got to say the words I’d teased him with for a fortnight. Words that now made my lady bits pulse with desire.
“Yes … sir.”
I reached up to undo the string that tied the bodice of the dress closed. I untied it and pulled it over my head. I grabbed the ruffled, white one-piece gown underneath and slowly edged it upward, giving him time to trace the lines of my body with his eyes. I tossed it aside, and it landed half on Declan’s face. He didn’t notice.
“Turn around.”
I turned, slowly. In a full circle. When I returned to face him, Ryan’s eyes locked on my mound. It made my heart patter faster and faster in my chest. I wanted so badly to run to him. To rip his clothes off and expose him as well. But Ryan radiated dominance. He wanted me, I could feel it. I could see his desire bulging. But he was going to make me work to get it.
Since we were playing this game, I decided I should up the ante. Perhaps I could make him as desperate as I felt. As delirious with desire as I was.
“The girls in the bawd houses … they turn a bit differently,” I whispered.
Ryan’s eyes jerked up to mine. “Show me,” he growled.
I grabbed a wooden chair from the corner and dragged it over to him. I sat down on it, facing him. I waited until his gazed drifted to my face before giving him as naughty a smile as I could manage. Then I slowly spread my legs as wide as they could go. I could feel my nether lips part; I was so wet, I was certain he could see the gloss coating them.
Ryan licked his lips. His breathing grew ragged.
Seeing him, sensing he was close, that soon he might just grab me and slam me into the wall and give us both what we wanted, I pushed further.
Slowly I dragged my right leg skyward, until it was straight up in the air. I pointed my toes. I let him watch me in an open split for a moment, wishing he’d step forward and just take me right there in the chair. I shook with lust.
I swung my right leg over to the left side of the chair until my foot made contact with the floor. I stood and twisted to face the chair. I bent forward over the chair back to give him a good view of my ass—
Smack!
Ryan spanked me. Not too hard. But not gently, either. I sucked in a breath.
Sard! The spank nearly made me come undone. I panted, roughly, waiting for him to grab me, or to hear his pants hit the floor.
Neither happened.
“Get on your knees. And stay there. Wait for me.”
I sunk to my knees next to the chair. My entire body was strung so tight, I felt I might snap. I felt like one more word from him would make me shatter into a thousand pieces in an endless, mindless orgasm. But he was going to make me wait. Dominant asshole.
My nipples puckered in the cold. In anticipation. I heard the door to the bedroom open behind me. It swung shut. I heard footsteps fade. Then I couldn’t hear anymore.
I waited.
I waited.
I waited until pinpricks grew in my legs and I had no choice but to move them. I waited until the goosebumps turned into shivers. I waited until I realized … Ryan wasn’t coming back.
That’s when I curled into a ball and cried.
* * *
Ahand on the nape of my neck pulled me out of my tear-induced stupor.
I turned, wiping my wet face on my arm.
