Page 53 of Thrill Me (Dark Odyssey 3)

“I can,” I say. “I can do that. I trust you Salvatore.”

Adoration fills his expression and the spark he always looks at me with comes back into his eyes. It’s there and it beckons me to him.

“Good girl, I will reward you with one request and by allowing you to come once on your own. You will need permission to come any other time.”

My God, I’m not used to this side of him, and I kind of feel jealous of the faceless women I know he’s done this with before. Of all the guys who own the club it’s only him and Christian who have private rooms in the sex dungeon, although they’re all into BDSM.

“Permission?” I ask.

He comes back over to me and stops a breath away, caressing the curve of my waist.

“Do you want to have sex with me, Mimi?”

“Yes,” I say effortlessly. I want to so badly it makes my mouth water.

“Well, little sub,” he leans in close to my ear. “We’re doing things a slightly different tonight. Is that okay?”

“Yes.”

“Yes… what?”

I bite the inside of my lip to keep from smiling. “Yes Sir.”

His eyes narrow and take me in. There’s a moment of silence that feels strained with high sexual energy as he looks at my naked body like he’s committing me to memory.

“Get on the table, on your hands and knees,” he says.

My nerves scatter. I assumed I’d be lying down but that’s my bad again. I should have known he’d have other things in store for me that I couldn’t imagine.

I do as he says.

I walk over to the table and get on my hands and knees, flicking my hair to the side so I can see him. The cool leather of the padded surface balances the heat that’s pulsing through me.

I’m actually on the table, ready to play, ready for him to dominate me, ready to give my body to him. Ready for him to do whatever he wants to me.

He comes to me and takes one set of chains with leather cuffs. I watch him. Being on the table now I see that everything is as I thought. The height is already adjusted so he can take me in any way he wants. From the front or behind.

He goes to my right and reaches for my hand. Slipping the cuff around my wrists first then hooking the chains through the hook that locks it in place on the side of the table.

He lingers there, eyes holding mine, analyzing me, studying me, probably to see if I’m going to change my mind.

I won’t.

I have no plans to.

“Remember your safe word Babygirl. You say red and we stop. Understand?”

“I understand, Sir,” I confirm, but… I don’t plan to say red. I think we both know that. The same as he knew when pushed into a corner I’d cling on to what I wanted most, even against all that I fear.

We both know I want him, so the chance of me using that safe word is very slim.

He walks around to the other side of me and secures the chains there too. Next, my feet.

I’m on my hands and knees, completely at his will and desire, right there in his fantasy. Which I’m thinking now is mine too.

Warm fingers flutter over my back, tracing the line from the base of my neck down to my ass where he circles around the tight rosette of my asshole.

He squeezes the cheeks of my ass firmly and gives me a playful slap that sends a wild jolt of lust through me.

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