Do I still have feelings for him? Am I being stubborn by refusing to see it?
Undoubtedly, what he’s done is wrong and psychotic. Having known him for so long, I know he never makes a decision lightly.
Is there something more he isn’t telling me? What piece am I missing?
“Are you going to keep me here?” I nervously ask. “For the rest of the week?”
He seizes my chin with a tight grip. “What did I tell you, little bird? I’m the one in command, which means you don’t get to ask questions. You only obey and keep me pleased if you ever wish to leave. I’m your lord, my pretty prisoner.”
My panties dampen at his domineering tone.
“Now strip.” He lets me go.
I made my bed and now, I must lie in it.
Iwantto.
He’s dangling the perfect bait that he knows I’ll bite.
I’m only wearing a shirt because I prefer to sleep in as few clothes as possible. Unbuttoning it while he watches raptly, I shrug it off and let it puddle around my feet. His dick tents the front of his sweatpants.
Of course, Alexander Smith has a perfect cock.
Long. Meaty. Veiny. A wide mushroom crown that’s peeking from his waistband and shining with a pearl of precum.
“Go kneel by the cage,” he orders, crossing his arms over his sculpted chest. The smattering of hair on his pecs adds to this masculinity.
The cage seems bigger and scarier the closer I get to it. When I kneel in front of it, it feels humongous. The bars with a gap wide enough to fit my arm.
Without sparing me a glance, he goes to the nightstand by the cot that I didn’t see before. It makes a squeaky noise when he tugs it open. I’m on the edge, wondering what he’s searching for.
A sex toy? Dildo? Vibrator? Paddle? A whip?
He turns around, unveiling a…leash.
And…a collar!
They both match my hair color, managing to appear both sensual and menacing.
Bridging the distance between us in two long steps, the leash dragging on the floor behind him, Alexander stops in front of me. Our eyes lock as he tucks my hair behind my ear and places the collar around my neck reverently.
“Stunning,” he praises gruffly.
My heart pitter-patters.
In the next breath, his gentleness blends into dominance. Wrapping my hair around his fist once, twice, he yanks my head back. If all my nerve endings weren’t already awakened, they would be at the pinprick of pain.
The sensation makes me hazy with lust, turning Alexander’s gaze heated.
“He’s neglected you so much, hasn’t he?” he murmurs. Tracing the edge of the leash along my bottom lip, he smirks. “Then again, daddies fuck better.”
Snap!
He attaches the leash to the hook in my collar and forces me onto my hands and knees.
“Eyes on me,” he commands.
I raise my head and stare at him, waiting for his next instruction. An eagerness to please every whim of this man births inside my chest.
