Page 50 of Finally, His

“This beigey pink is fantastic against your skin,” he declared.

“Pink does look good on her. Especially her cheeks,” Richard said in a low growl.

Maybe it was her turn to have her ass turned that particular shade? She was up for it.

Finally, Martin stood back a few feet and assessed her as if a painter assessing his canvas. Richard stood up and crouched down before her.

“So, warrior or princess look?” Charlotte moved her hand to her head.

“Non,” Clementine cried out in a French accent and moved Charlotte’s hand back to her lap. “No touching.”

Richard’s hand on her knee tightened. “That’s my responsibility. And privilege. And I’d say you’re a warrior princess.”

A small crowd began to form around them. Sarah, Steffan, Clementine, Martin, and his assistant created a half-moon circle behind Richard, who knelt before her. She wasn’t used to towering above him like that.

Their faces were unreadable, which only meant one thing. Somethingwasafoot.

A rustle of fabric sounded, and Clementine stepped back to let Laurent enter their circle. He held up the wedding dress she would be modeling.

Layers and layers of pale, icy blue silk dotted with seed pearls and Swarovski crystals cascaded like waves down the dress's skirt, while the top half was a tightly fitted corset. The sheer cap sleeves and deep V neckline were adorned with Swarovski crystals that twinkled in the light.

“It’s more beautiful than I remembered,” Charlotte said.

“Yes, beautiful,” Richard whispered. He hadn’t risen or peered over at the dress. His eyes remained fixed on her. “Now, open her legs more.”

Richard slowly tried to part her legs. Normally, she let it happen. She loved giving him full access to her anytime he wanted. Let his hands move her body around, part her legs, do anything. It was at the crux of their relationship—fully consented to and fully understood.

But her muscles oddly fought his direction.

The answer as to why came through so clearly that she was shocked by it.The dress had entered the room.She almost said it aloud but knew how little sense it made. It’s fabric. Thread. Crystals. Not even her dress. She’d wear it for … What? Thirty minutes? Its power over her, however, was unmistakable.

Richard yanked her up to standing, and she gasped. He spun her around and pressed his whole body against hers. Against his larger frame, she’d always felt smaller, delicate, yet oddly comforted. Right then, she wasn’t sure what she felt.

He pressed her forward until she had no choice but to grasp the arms of the chair.

“For that,” he growled into her ear. “You get two.”

Two what? Spanks?

He kicked her legs apart. She had to scramble a little to keep herself from pitching forward into the chair. A sliver of fear she might harm her make-up or hair entered her mind but vanished when she realized a dozen people had circled them. They were watching her get a punishment.

He pushed her dress up her back, revealing her bare ass to all. It wasn’t the first time many of them had seen her in that state.

“Twenty minutes,” someone called.

There was no time. What was Richard doing? How about only what she’d promised herself long ago. To be available to him. To trust him. To know whatever he chose to do would benefit her.

His hand moved slowly over the small of her back, her ass, and back up again. “It’s a shame this will be covered up in … What was that?”

Sarah’s voice answered. “Nineteen minutes, Master R. Make it quick.”

“Ordering me?” he asked.

“Urging you on.” The steel in her voice matched Richard’s.

“Present.” Richard’s voice was as hard as she’d ever heard. She arched the small of her back and pushed her behind backward.

His fingers played along her labia, spread her flesh, and found what they sought. He thrust his index finger inside her. She was still so wet that he had no trouble slipping inside.

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