Page 59 of Beautifully Ruined
“You told me you wanted me naked for bed.” I set my eyes on the floor again, and his soft sound of approval sends a wave of heat rolling over me. One that’s layered by sweet pleasure.
He likes this.
I do, too.
He comes up, toes my left knee with his foot, and I immediately obey the unspoken command, shifting my thighs apart some more for him.
“It’s not bedtime. I got dinner. Including your number seven.”
“What’s number seven?”
“You’ll find out when you eat.” He pauses, then comes down on his haunches, and touches me, fingers lifting my chin, so I have to look at him. “What was your endgame here? Didn’t I tell you not to poke the beast?”
“You wanted me naked. So, I am.”
“In the sub position?” He searches my face, and my clit throbs hard. “I don’t think so.”
“You asked for this,” I whisper, voice coming out breathy as my whole body throbs.
His dark eyes grow in intensity, and he doesn’t smile.
This is The Ghost, up close, no masks, and it’s beyond any expectations. It’s everything I never knew I needed, everything I subconsciously grasped for.
“You said you wanted me naked every night in bed.”
“But…” he murmurs, voice a caress. “You’re not in bed.”
“Do I have to be?”
“I don’t know, do you, Vi?”
“You don’t like it?”
“I never said that. But you’re taunting me, trying to steal power. And it won’t work. When you do things like this, there are consequences.”
I swallow, my entire pussy throbbing with need of his touch. I have no power here. It’s all his. Like I am. “Like what?”
“Like what, she asks?” He laughs softly. “Like if you keep playing at this, little girl, I’ll keep you naked from the moment you step in the door. Day and night.”
I can’t help it. I moan at the thought. I’m not sure if I’d like it in reality, but here and now, the fantasy of it appeals.
“All the fucking time. The very moment your foot crosses the threshold.”
“Cade—”
“In front of all my friends. I’ll parade them through here.” He leans in, mouth brushing my ear. “Maybe I’ll let them touch.”
I shiver.
“You like that thought, don’t you?”
I like the contemplative and blatantly sexual tone to his voice even better. The fantasy is spectacular and already little bursts of pleasure explode in me at the thought of being so beautiful and desirable to him he’d show me off.
Let others touch.
“I guess we can put that theory to the test, and dinner can wait. Stay here.”
My heart pounds as he gets up, goes moving about, and for a wild moment, I wonder if he’s got a slew of men waiting outside to come in.
