Page 44 of House Rules
Disappointment flares when her room proves empty, as well, and I give the bathroom and closet a cursory inspection. Where the hell else would she be? She wasn’t given permission to leave, so she has to be somewhere.
A soft sound registers from elsewhere in the suite, and I move toward it, keeping my footfalls silent against the carpeted floor. The sound came from one of our rooms. Noiselessly, I open the first door I come to—mine—and lean against the doorjamb.
She’s fucking snooping.
She’s in her ‘uniform’ now, this one a black, skintight dress that hugs every inch of her and makes her slim curves look almost feline. My fingers twitch to stroke the length of her spine and see if she purrs in response. It doesn’t help that she’s on all fours with her tight, round ass high in the air and her chest pressed to the floor as she peers under my bed.
The way her body is positioned almost looks like an invitation. All I would have to do is grab that tiny little skirt on either side and lift, and I would see absolutely everything this girl has to offer. Thanks to Maverick’s genius idea—there’s a phrase I’ve never said before–of making her go commando, I can just make out the outline of her delicate pussy.
Just looking at her on her knees like that is enough to make my mouth water and my cock throb. If I were anyone else, her position would probably beenough to make me forget that she’s snooping around my room.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” I ask without moving from the door.
Her entire body stiffens, and she slowly straightens and turns around to look at me.
“I—” she falters, her mouth opening and closing as she looks for some excuse.
“You what?” I ask.
She gets to her feet, wobbling on her sky high stilettos.
“Nothing. I’m just going to go,” she says, trying to move around me.
I reach out my hand, wrapping it around her waist and stopping her.
“I don’t think so, kitten.” I move my hand to her throat and place my thumb against her racing pulse. “You were looking for something. Tell me what.”
Her eyes are wide and scared as she brings her gaze up to meet mine. “Nothing. I?—”
“You were clearly looking for something. Why else would you be on your hands and knees in my room?” A blush stains her cheeks, and she sucks her lower lip between her teeth. She looks so exquisitely frightened, so worried about what I’m going to do to her. So unbelievably fuckable.
It’s not just the others who are obsessed with her. The way she walks around in the tiny little dresses Mav picked out for her…the way she does everything she’s told…it’s a heady combination.
Using the arm around her waist, I pull her a fraction closer to me. “Con told us you were a good girl, kitten. That you could follow orders. Is that true?” I bring her chin up with my thumb to force her to meet my eyes.
“Yes,” she says a little too breathlessly, her pupils dilating. She’s not unaffected by us. She’s just a little harder to break than I thought she would be.
“Sir,” I reply. “Yes, sir.”
No better time to break her and make her beg for my cock than right now. Once she is broken and well-fucked, then I’ll get my answers from her. There’re so many games that she and I can play that will make her tell me anything I need to know.
“Yes, sir,” she answers.
“Show me,” I demand. “Tell me what you were looking for.”
“I‘m not looking for anything. I brought in the fresh sheets and changed your bed, and I wanted to see if you had anything?—”
“You wanted to see if I had what?” I ask, moving my thumb back down to the pulse still fluttering rapidly in the hollow of her throat.
She shrugs a little. “If you had anything I could do. Like a puzzle or a game of sudoku or a book…something…”
I give her an assessing look. Her head is tilted back within my grasp, but her eyes are still cast to the side, avoiding my gaze. Her pulse speeds up against my thumb.
She’s lying to me.
“Well, if you’re bored, let’s play a game,” I say as I let her go. “Are you familiar with the hot and cold game?”
“No?” Her gaze darts around the room.
