Looking at the shelves full of shoes, I settled on a pair of four-inch, fishnet, slingback, pointed-toe heels. They were sexy as fuck and had red bottoms. It was an expensive brand. I knew that brand well. However, I had never showed off my wealth when I was living with my father. If anything, I shied away from the expensive brands and tried to look as normal as possible. I even dyed my hair blonde. So, I wasn’t used to this lifestyle Damon was providing me.
Just as I finished putting some braids in my hair and wrapping it in a low bun, the door swung open. This time, Susie had my full attention. “The master is expecting you now,” she offered a once over from head to toe. She seemed pleased.
Nerves swirled in my stomach as I realized I hadn’t seen Damon in a week. I had no idea what to expect. My heart pounded as I followed her through the house and down to the dining room.
Damon stood when I entered the room, and held out a chair for me. “You look exquisite, Dove.”
“Thank you.” I probably should have followed that with Master but I wanted to be a little rebellious.
“Is your room and everything to your liking?” he asked while Susie served plates of food in front of us.
“It is. It’s perfect.” I made sure not to say too much or too little because Damon was intense, and I didn’t want to seem intimidated by him. Though his dark lusty gaze almost made me falter.
“Tell me how you spent your day,” he suggested.
“I spent it readingPride and Prejudice.”
“Ah, you like the classics then.”
“I love the classics. I’ve read Jane Austen what must be a thousand times.”
He nodded in response as we ate in between the conversation. I was surprised by how casual things seemed between us. Was it because I already knew of him? Was it because I had always been attracted to him? Whatever it was, it wasn’t because I thought he was a monster. Not until it was too late.
“How long do you think you’ll keep me locked up?” I asked, knowing full well this could piss him off.
He glared at me. “If I let you roam freely, do you think you can stay out of trouble?”
I nodded.
“Then I expect you to only stick to your room, the living room, the kitchen, and this dining room. Is that clear?”
“Crystal.”
Damon looked at me with intense eyes. “If you disobey me, I’ll be forced to punish you. And don’t worry about finding any phones, computers, or wi-fi anywhere here. You won’t.”
“Okay. But I still hate you.” His rules sucked, but he was giving me a little freedom… and here I was giving him attitude.
“Yeah? I bet if I smacked that beautiful ass of yours and reached in between your legs, you’d be soaked.”
He wasn’t wrong. But he didn’t have to know that as I shifted in the chair. We were finishing up dinner and Susie was taking away our empty plates.
“Do you want to disagree with me?” he challenged.
“Oh, I can guarantee I’d be as dry as a desert down there cause you and I will not be happening.”
“Dove. Dove. Dove.” He yanked me from the chair and bent me over his knee. Hiking up my dress, my thong was on display, he smacked my bare ass cheeks. I flinched but I didn’t yelp. Instead, I bit down on my lip as he landed smack after smack on my ass. Then he moved the material of my thong to the side and pushed his finger in my pussy. “So fucking wet, Dove.” He continued fingering my pussy for a few moments then fixed my thong and lowered my dress back down.
He released me. As I stood on shaky legs, I watched him stick his finger in his mouth to suck my juices from it.
“Do not ever challenge me, Dove. You’re dismissed.”
Chapter Four
DAMON
After spanking Dove and inserting my finger in her tight, wet pussy, I was hard as a rock. I should have taken her right there on the fucking table. But she needed to know I made the rules and she would play by them.
Skipping dessert, I holed myself in my office with a glass of whiskey. There was a camera in Dove’s new room as well so I watched her. She wore a confused look on her face. She disappeared into the walk-in closet and came out only wearing a small satin and lace two-piece set. She looked sexy as hell.