Page 114 of The Billionaire's Secret
She pauses, then faces forward.
I cup the back of her head, turn her face, until her cheek is pressed into the wood.
"Like that. Don’t want to hurt you now, do we?"
"You’re concerned about me?"
"Only because you’re my property. You serve a purpose."
"And what’s that?"
"Haven’t you figured it out, Gigi?"
I reach over her, twist one tie around her wrists. She stiffens. "Why are you—?"
"No questions," I snap.
She purses her lips together, gazes up at me as I test the knots. Good. There’s enough leverage for her to move her wrists, so the blood circulation will not get cut off. At the same time, it’s secure enough that she can’t escape.
I step back, then twist the other around her eyes. "No, Saint—"
"Any more talking and I’ll stuff your panties in your mouth."
She wheezes. "B…but."
"Take what’s coming to you. Don’t you want to show me how good a submissive you can be?"
"You’re supposed to be taking care of my needs, you asshole."
I slap her butt.
"What the fuck—?" she howls.
"Language Gigi."
"What?"
"If you want to curse, I prefer alphahole, I’ve told you that. I won’t repeat myself again. And taking care of your desires is exactly what I’m doing.”
"Not," she huffs.
"Don’t mock it ‘til you try it, darling."
She firms her lips.
I step back, then survey my handiwork. Her back is stiff, her shoulders straight. Good. I want her to fight this. Need her to resist this. Hope she understands that this is the only way. For her? For me? Of course, I am being selfish. I get off on her pain, on how I’ll feel when I have her broken and begging and trusting only me to take care of her needs. That there is no going back now. I am her salvation. Her only hope. She has to give up her secrets to me, has to tell me why she is here. That is the only way for me to accept her… AndI want that.I drag my fingers through my hair.More than anything else.
Turning, I march to the desk by the window, rummage around in the drawer, until I find what I am looking for. Clasping the pair of scissors, I walk back to stand behind her.
"Wha…what are you going to do?"
"Shh," I lean forward and lick her lips. "Trust me."
"Why…why are you saying that?" She swallows.
"You’ll see." I squat down, then take the scissors to the hem of her dress. I drag the blades upward, cutting through the fabric. I straighten, snipping away at the cloth and it parts all the way to the neckline. A final snip and the dress parts.
"If this is some warped way of punishing me—"
