Page 99 of Ruthless Sinner

But I can see the differences between this room and anordinarysuite at somewhere like the Four Seasons or Hilton straightaway.

The wall across from us and the headboard of the bed has metal loops with chains hanging from it. Next to the bed is a table with a bottle of wine, a bucket of ice, something that smells like candles, and an assortment of sex toys laid out in rows. On the other side of the bed by the glass wall is a padded table that looks like a big X. All things we can use to play.

I feel like any moment now, someone will whisper into my ear telling me that we aren’t in Kansas anymore.

I suppose though, they would have needed to do that from the moment I got here.

“Red yet, Printsessa?” Dante hums in my ear as he takes note of me looking around the room.

I face him and shake my head. “No. Not red.”

“Then from here on, you must call me sir.” He’s serious. There is no trace of humor in his expression. “You will be my sub, but only of you give me permission to own your body and trust that I won’t hurt you. What do you say, Serenity? Do I have your permission?”

The air around us grows thin, making me feel lightheaded again. Several times today I’ve had this feeling of overwhelm. Each time, my curiosity and fascination with this man has worked its way around it.

Like now. By default my mind is already doing all sorts of mental acrobatics, telling me to say yes. Say yes because I don’t want to regret not doing whatever this man has in store for me.

“Yes, you have my permission.” My voice is laced with my desire for him.

His eyes blaze down on mine, igniting with raw sin. The sight makes the wetness growing between my legs heat and my clit throb with wanton need.

“Take your clothes off and lie on the bed, keep the heels on.” He flicks the strap of my dress down my shoulders and steps back to look at me strip.

He’s seen me naked many times over the last few days but he’s the one who has taken my clothes off. For some reason. Doing it myself feels harder.

But I obey. As I don’t have much to take off, my clothes are off within seconds and all I’m wearing are my heels and my earrings.

I climb on the bed feeling and loving his eyes on my ass and the way he looks at me when I’m lying on my back.

He comes over to my left, opens the drawer on the nightstand and takes out two satin ties.

“This is better for your first time with me. Next time we’ll use the chains,” he explains removing the chained cuffs from over my head and replacing them with the cloth.

“Will it hurt?” I ask when he takes my left wrist.

“Not the way you think. It will just feel weird at first because you’re restrained. Then it won’t.”

He said something similar last night.

“Okay.”

He smiles down at me, giving me that look that any woman would fall for. “Trust me.”

“I trust you.”

When he ties up both my wrists it starts to feel weird, but not uncomfortable because I’m resting against a stack of pillows.

At the same time my awareness piques. I feel aware I’m lying naked before him with my arms above my head and my bare pussy on show.

While staring at me, Dante undoes the buttons on his shirt and takes it off. My mouth waters as I see his muscular chest and my arousal leaks when he shrugs out of his pants and boxers and his cock juts free.

He’s already erect and ready to claim my body like he’s done every time I’ve been with him.

Satisfaction brightens his face when he catches me admiring his body.

“I want to touch you,” I say, staring at his cock.

“Don’t worry, you get to play with me later.”

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