Page 94 of Crave Me
“I know. Stop reminding me.” I all but growled at him.
It was almost ten o’clock. I’d sent her another text this afternoon. Like the other from last night, it still went unanswered.
She’d either choose to come to me or she’d walk away. And even if she did show up, she still had one more choice to make. Either way, I wasn’t letting her go as easily as she might be thinking.
“If she chooses to play?” Bennett asked, smirking at me. The asshole. It took all of my restraint not to kick him out. The rest was being used to not pick up my phone and demand Chloe tell me exactly where she was.
“Shut the fuck up.”
His deep and rumbling laugh filled the room at the same time the front of my house was illuminated by headlights pulling into my driveway. Thank Christ. She had come.
One step down. Two more to go until forever started.
“Ah.” Bennett sighed happily and turned to me, bringing the scotch to his lips. “I can’t wait to see her in person. I bet she’s lovely.”
He wouldn’t lay a hand on her. Not in front of me. Not in my house.
“Control yourself,” I said and set down my scotch.
My text to Chloe earlier had told her to arrive promptly at ten, and to take a seat in the chair next to the fireplace.
From her reaction to previous messages I’d sent her, that text alone would have piqued her curiosity. I’d always demanded she be kneeling and naked. I also knew she’d expect to be in the room alone.
Tonight was a new beginning, though, and everything would be different. Soon, hopefully, my house would be her home and she’d come and go as she pleased, naked only when it met my needs. I wasn’t giving Bennett a glimpse of her silken skin.
Time stalled as I waited for her to park her car and walk up the front walk. Bennett, sensing my unease at the length of time it took her, thankfully shut his mouth for once. Tension mounted, my shoulders pulled tight until the doorknob turned and she pushed the door open.
And she was there. My house. My living room. Without pressure from me, because she wanted to be there. Relief flooded my blood, relaxing me.
She froze as soon as she was inside, her gaze darting between me and Bennett.
His gaze swept up and down the curves of her body.
Recognition lit in her eyes. She wouldn’t have forgotten how enamored she’d been by Bennett worshipping Selia. Her cheeks flushed before her gaze flicked to mine. I forced myself to stay in my chair, resist the urge to step in front of Bennett, to block her view of him. My friend was right. This had the potential to blow up in my face, hugely.
Her lips parted and her skin paled as she dropped her purse on the table just inside the door. “Simon?” she asked, hands twisting together in front of her.
I arched a brow and remained silent.
“Sir?”
I gestured for her to take her seat. Her steps were hesitant. Light pink, suede boots clicked on the wood flooring as she took step after step. Her fingers fidgeted with the matching pink scarf around her neck. God she was beautiful. So sublime in her submission despite her obvious nerves and fear. As she sat, she smoothed down a gray sweater dress that showed off her curves perfectly and tucked a chunk of blonde hair behind her ear before dipping her head. Her palms went to her knees, facing up.
I hadn’t even demanded it, but she’d still found a way to present herself with utter perfection.
Yeah. I wasn’t letting her go.
I allowed time for the tension to build, watched the rise and fall of her generous breasts quicken before I set my glass of scotch on the table to next to me. Leaning forward, I rested my elbows on my knees.
“You came. I wasn’t sure you would.” She licked her lips, and didn’t respond. “You may talk freely, tonight, Little One.”
As if I’d caressed her, her shoulders fell back, the tenseness evaporating.
“She really is beautiful, Simon,” Bennett said. I glared at him to shut up him up. He grinned at me.
I focused on Chloe. “Look at me, please.”
She lifted her head and tears were already swimming in her eyes.Damn.I knew exactly what she was thinking and even though I hadn’t said it yet, she knew why Bennett was here. It took everything I had to remain sitting, to not reach for her and brush my thumbs beneath her eyes to catch the tears she was fighting not to let fall.
