Page 52 of Sovereign

I nod, but I’m so distracted I can’t think straight. My zipper hisses as he pulls it down. I’m in the panties he bought for me. Pale blue silk. He pushes his hand into my pants and his fingertips brush my clit through the fabric.

My stomach quivers. The muscles in my thighs tighten.

“What do you say?” He steps closer.

My head falls back against the wall. “Yes, sir.”

He lifts his two fingers and taps my lips. I part and his big middle and pointer fingers slip into my mouth. Filling it completely. My stomach tightens and arousal floods my pussy, making the tender folds of my sex ache.

He pulls them free and my eyes shut as he pushes them under my panties. I know I’m soaked, but I’m not prepared for the heavy groan that reverberates in his chest as he slides his touch over the seam of my pussy.

“Do you need relief so badly, redbird?” he murmurs.

I nod. “Please, let me come. I’ll be good.”

His eyes darken. “I’ll let it go this time, but don’t try to change your punishments. If I’m edging you, you accept that you won’t come until I say. Understood?”

Embarrassed, I nod. He can be so stern about things and I’m not sure if I like it.

“Use your words when I ask you a question.” His low voice is firm.

My eyes widen. “I’m sorry, sir.”

“Good girl.” His tone shifts. It’s huskier, lower, and it fills the air between our bodies.

I bite my lip. His fingers stroke my sensitive pussy, drawing all the blood down between my thighs. I fist my hands and let my head fall back.

I should be angry. But I’m too busy wrestling with how much I’m enjoying his denial. This is a completely different world than being ignored by Clint. Gerard is denying me, but he’s not withdrawing his closeness. I feel safe that he won’t reject or hurt me. It’s such a new feeling and it takes my breath away.

He slides his middle finger over my clit again and again. My hips ride up against his hand.

“Oh,” I gasp. My stomach goes tight and I feel myself about to fall.

He pulls back and licks his fingers and draws my pants back up. The air between us feels like a brewing storm. Thick and sultry. My God, I’d let him push that enormous cock into me and fuck me however he wants if he’d just give me some relief.

His brows are lowered in thought. He takes something from his back pocket and holds it out.

I take it, realizing with a jolt that it’s my diary. The empty one my father gave me, the one I never had anything good enough to fill it with.

“I want you to use this as your diary,” he says.

I chew my lip, unsure how I feel about that. “My father gave me this.”

He shrugs once. “It’s just a book. Paper and empty lines.”

I nod, but I’m not entirely sure. I’ve always been good at putting my feelings into a box and burying them deep inside. This empty book has sat in my bedside table for years. Is now really the time to mark the pristine pages?

The last time I considered writing in it was on my wedding day. Now I’m grateful I didn’t taint the pages with my disaster of a marriage. My fingers close on the book and I make up my mind to leave it for now. I have time to decide.

“You went to my house,” I say.

He nods. “I needed to assess the damage.”

He heads down the hallway and I follow him, my legs still wobbly. I’m soaked between my thighs, but I do my best to ignore it.

“Is it bad?” I ask.

He doesn’t answer. We descend the staircase and enter the large dining room accessible via a doorway below the loft stairs. I’m taken aback for a second, looking around at the huge table packed with men. I scan the rows, hoping to see another woman, but it’s all testosterone as far as the eye can see.

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