Page 64 of Taken As Collateral

“Ask to come,” he says.

“Can I come, Sir?”

“Not yet.”

He adjusts the angle of the wand, sending new waves of pleasure through me.

“Now?” I ask.

“No.”

He moves the wand closer to my clit.

I squeak. “Please?”

To my dismay, he turns off the wand and removes it. I’m angry. Why did he tell me to ask permission to come if he wasn’t going to grant it?

“I don’t get to—?” I start.

He frowns. “Are we questioning again, Priscilla?”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

“I’m sorry. I just thought—youkinda got my hopes up,” I explain.

“A good sub learns to endure, even appreciate, orgasm denial,” Rafe replies.

“But I’m not...”

I stop to think. If I present the prospect of being a “good sub,” will he be less likely to want to kill me?

He waits for me to finish my sentence. Lowering my gaze, I decide not to. Without the vibrations from the wand to counter the ache in my feet, I resume shifting, trying to relieve the pressure on the balls of my feet.

Noticing, he says, “Let’s get you off your feet. This is only a preview, after all.”

Going over to the switch, he lowers the hook.

---