Page 102 of The Billionaire's Secret
"Is it now?" I draw up next to her. "I think it’s the one thing that will bind you to me, prevent you from running away and spilling everything you’ve seen and heard to your handler."
She flinches. "It…it isn’t like that."
"Oh?" I scrutinize her features. "Enlighten me, then."
She wrings her fingers together, "I... I can't tell you."
"Why not?"
She wraps her arms around her waist, glances away.
Anger shoots through my veins. Damn her, what is she hiding from me? Why did it have to be her to entrance me so? If only I could erase thoughts of her from my mind and return to my life as it had been. I wrap my fingers around her throat.
Her gaze widens. Her pupils dilate. I scan her flushed features, the way she’s arched into my hold on the balls of her feet, handbag dangling at her shoulder, yet every part of her ready, in sync with my needs, her face upturned, her breathing ragged.
"Shit, you like it when I’m rough, don’t you?"
She swallows.
"Is breath play your thing, Gigi? Does it get you off?"
She nods.
"Who else has touched you like this?"
"Nobody else," she whispers.
Could that be true?
"Am I your first dominant? Were you telling the truth when you said your arse is untouched? Tell me Gigi, tell me."
She opens her mouth. "Yes," she chokes out, "it’s true."
"What is?"
"All of it. You're my first... Dom." She hiccups, "And no-one else has taken me there."
"Your arse belongs to me, Gigi."
She stares.
I tighten my grip. Color blooms on her skin and she rubs her thighs together, her gaze fixed on my face as she stalks my features, trying to read my intentions, what my next move is going to be. I pull her close enough that her breasts almost touch my chest. Almost. "Say it," I growl.
"Yours," she whispers.
"What is?"
"My arse is yours."
"And your pussy?" I bring down my other hand to cup the warmth between her legs, knowing she’ll be wet. "Fuck, I can feel the stickiness of your cum through your clothes, you know that?"
She gulps; her chest rises and falls.
"Answer me, Gigi. Who does your cunt belong to?"
"You, Sir."
"And your breasts?" I release her core to pinch her nipple through her dress.
