Page 117 of Say My Name

My chest warms at his words. I love him saying these words to me. He doesn’t realize what they do to me.

He lifts my chin with his fingers. Our eyes meet. “Don’t speak unless I tell you to. You do nothing unless commanded. Got that?”

I nod.

“Good girl.” He crosses back to the armoire and pulls out a long black whip.

A tendril of panic widens my eyes.

“Don’t worry. I’m not using this on you.”

“What are you going to do with it?” I ask him.

His eyes narrow. “Did I say you could speak?”

“Sorry.”

“There you go again, opening that pretty fucking mouth.”

He places the whip back in the drawer and pulls out something I can’t make out in the room’s dim light.

“Maybe if I shove my fat cock down your throat, you won’t be able to speak.”

The way he’s speaking to me is such a turn on. It makes me want to defy him to see what punishment he doles out.

“If you think it’ll shut me up,” I say, giving him a bratty attitude in my tone.

He stops. “You want me to get the whip back out?”

I shake my head. “No, Sir,” I say for good measure.

“Fuck,” he husks out as he steps up behind me. “I’m going to put this blindfold over your eyes.”

I nod, giving permission.

He ties it over my eyes, blacking my world out, before he takes my hand. “Stand,” he says.

I rise to my feet, and he leads me to what I realize is the bed. He lowers my zipper and helps me out of my dress but leaves on my black lace panties.

He hisses. “Lie back,” he instructs.

I move on the bed so I’m leaning against the headboard, fluffy pillows against my back. It’s quiet in the room, and I hear the movement of him unbuttoning his shirt.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asks me, breaking the silence.

I shake my head, not really knowing how to answer.

“You’re stunning. A perfect swan in my own little pond.”

I await his touch with anticipation swimming frantically in my stomach. I’m so turned on that the intensity of it frightens me.

“You like watching, but what about others watching you?” He circles a finger on the skin of my ankle.

“I don’t know.” I’ve never opened up like this sexually. “Maybe.”

He removes the blindfold and I see a window exposed in the wall with a few men standing on the other side of it, looking in.

I quickly cover myself, and Devereaux stares at me with his eyebrow quirked.

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