Chapter 5
Clara
I stand before him in nothing but my bra and panties, the clothes I willingly gave him in tatters on the floor. There was nothing like the stab of iciness that shot through me when he snicked open his switchblade. I felt the stab of it cutting through my stomach, shooting out through my every wakening nerve as he sliced my dress and slip into pieces. He took my sandal-style high-heels shoes and dissected each strap, one at a time. It’s amazing how naked he made me feel as I watched him.
My nipples peak harder, tighter until my every breath scrapes them against the interior of my bra.
“Turn around.”
His amusement ramps up the burn of my humiliation. I don’t dare disobey, too busy praying he’ll be content to leave me with what I still have on.
But no, as I shuffle around, turning my back to him, the caress of his fingers slips between my bra and my skin. He cuts through the back, and the two halves around my ribs spring open, followed by the release of each shoulder strap falling off.
I grab my chest. I’ve never been so naked in front of anyone, not since sprouting breasts.
“Be a good girl,” he cautions. “Move your hands.”
How crazy was it, despite the cold terror accompanying each gliding caress of the cool blade against my skin, my body isn’t afraid but aroused? It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever endured. The prickle of goosebumps spreads over me, up my back and down my legs. My belly keeps twitching, and so do my thighs. The same flush of hot humiliation burning in my face now spreads to my chest, my stomach, and my sex.
“Move your hands, Princess,” he repeats.
I can’t. The minute I do, he’ll take my bra away, then he’ll see how thoroughly pleasant thisunpleasant situation actually was.
Appalled, I quickly shake my head, only to have my entire body erupt with my awareness of him. He closes the distance between us, and his jacket brushes my back just before the heat of his hand settles on my shoulder.
“With every disobedience, Princess, this will get worse, not better. Think,” he cautions, the warmth of his breath brushing the nape of my neck. I shiver. “What happens when there’s nothing left for me to take away?”
I can only think of one thing.
“You’re going to rape me.”
I said it frankly, with only the slightest tremble to show just how badly I’m shaking inside. My breasts feel heavy, needy. My nipples ache to be touched. God, the low pulse throbbing now between my legs…
“No.” He tsks. “You’ll want it when I fuck you.”
I wet my lips, not doubting him for a second.
“I’m not a little girl.”
“You are now. You’re my little girl, and in a minute, I’ll be forced to treat you harshly because of how naughty you’re being. Do you want me to stop?”
Why did I feel so caged? Like any choice I made right now would only lead me deeper into this rabbit hole, pulling me down.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Obey me. If you want me to stop, sign the contract. Otherwise, your only option is to move your hands or be punished. Don’t worry,” he says, the sultry softness of his tone doing terrible things to the wanton pulse beating between my legs. “You’re not the first little girl I’ve taken under my protective wing.”
Haltingly, I shake my head.
“Call me Daddy when you’re naughty, Princess.”
I blanch, and my too-tight chest kicks out a strangled laugh.
“No, I… That’s absurd.”
“Move your hands,” he orders for the last time. “Or is Daddy’s little girl being naughty for a reason?”
Every inch of me is prickling and tingling, and I don’t know if it’s because I’m unnerved or turned on. I shiver when he leans in close to my cheek.
