Page 177 of Irresistible Rogue

“Just about.” He paced slowly closer to me. “You need something, Jolie,” he informed me. “And I’m not leaving here until you get it.”

“Need… what?”

He stared down at me. “A lesson in why disobedience doesn’t work.”

A warm shiver ran through me.

“You need to be corrected for your behavior tonight.”

I swallowed hard. “You mean… punished?”

“You can look at it however you want. I can bind your hands if you want to feel like you don’t have a choice about it.”

“Bind me?” I tried to laugh again but the sound was strangled in the most desperate lust I’d ever felt. “With what?”

“I’m sure I can make do.” With that, he strolled over to the chaise again.

I remained where I was, by the bed, heart thumping. Was I going to let him “bind” me?

When he turned to face me again, he’d picked up the stockings I wore to the party tonight. He had them wrapped loosely around his knuckles, and I had no idea why that was so sexy. “Maybe you see me as a stranger, still. I wouldn’t say the same about you. I know a good deal about you. I’m not the least uncomfortable in your bedroom, but I know you’re not comfortable with me here. I know I haven’t earned your trust. So we’ll start easy.” He raised his hands, showing me the stockings. “I’m going to bind your hands with these so you feel restrained, but you could pull free if you really wanted to.”

“What do you mean, you know a good deal about me?”

He raised an eyebrow and I got that feeling I sometimes did, like I was being sized up by a predatory beast; a hungry wolf. “Do you really want to pull at that thread?”

“What thread?”

“You know I have experience in this. You don’t. I know you got jealous tonight.”

“So did you.”

His jaw flexed. “Just tell me,” he said. “Hot, warm or cold?”

I knew what he was asking. He was asking for my consent.

And I didn’t even have to think about it, unless I was going to lie.

I didn’t want to lie.

I didn’t want this to stop.

“Hot.”

He walked over to me, slowly, and leaned in until we were almost mouth to mouth, until I could smell his skin, the male animal smell of him. I tried not to breathe it in too greedily. “I know you, little dove,” he said hotly. “And I don’t forget. I’ve never forgotten a thing about you.” He straightened and looked down his nose at me. “And when I give you an order, you’ll sayYes, ShaneorYes, Daddy.Do it now.”

“Yes, Shane,” I breathed. It was a submissive response and we both knew it. I was obeying his command. Again.

“Good girl.” He touched his knuckle briefly to my chin. “Now keep still.”

I did.

He took hold of my hands and brought them together in front of me, tying my wrists with the stockings. Then he sat down on the edge of the bed and said, “Come here.”

When I came close, he forced me over his knee. I wasn’t even sure how he did it, it happened so fast. Somehow he had me stretched across his lap, my knees and my chest resting on the bed on either side of him, my bound hands up above my head.

He pressed me down, one large hand on my back, and smoothed his other hand over my ass. Then he dragged my panties down to mid-thigh and pushed my knees slightly apart. It made me feel extra naked, knowing I was exposed to him.

I felt him breathe and knew he was looking at nothing but me. I knew I was pleasing him right now, and it flooded me with warmth.

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