“Shut up.” I can’t help but smile at him. “You’re meant to be on my side, remember?”
“Always, darling girl. I will always be on your side. But you also need to remember that Bennett is powerful, he runs one of the world’s largest security companies. He’s more than likely going to have got his hands dirty along the way. He’s also super protective of you, he will shield you from anything bad going on. Even if that bad involves him.”
“I don’t want him to shie-,” the doorbell ringing interrupts me. At this time of night, it can only be one person.I don’t even want to know how he found me.
“I think we all know who that is,” Harry mutters as he gets up from the couch.
“Where is she?” I hear from the entrance.
“Mommy’s in trouble,” I grumble to my furry little companion. Bennett comes storming into the living room, a scowl marring his handsome face.
“I don’t care how angry at me you are, or how much I’ve pissed you off, you never walk away from me, from us. Now, get in the damn car.”I feel my anger rising again, he doesn’t get to walk in here with attitude and make me out to be the bad guy.
“Don’t walk in here and start having a go at me. I’m not the one in the wrong here.”
“Peyton, there are some things in my life that you will not be privy to, and that’s something you are going to have to come to terms with. Just understand that everything I do is to protect you and keep you safe.”Can I do that?It’s not that I need to know everything, there are things people keep to themselves, and that’s fine. But this is meant to be a relationship, and it’s more the nature of what he’s hiding. It’s something serious — without even knowing what it is, I know that, at least.
“I don’t know if I can do that, Bennett.”
“Sweetheart, please,” he says as he kneels in front of where I am on the sofa, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. “You have to know how much I love you. Come home with me.” I almost laugh at the shock on Harry’s face. He’s standing in the doorway and his eyes are practically bugging out of their sockets.
Love?He mouths to me.
“You’re going to need to make some changes, this isn’t how things are going to be,” I murmur, but I’m not sure he heard me properly, his arms already lifting D’Artagnan and I from the sofa. “Harry, would you mind grabbing her bag and passing me her keys, please?” He’s practically out the front door already, not giving me a chance to change my mind, not that I really agreed to leaving with him.
“Wait, where’s your car?” I ask as he unlocks mine and begins to place me in the passenger seat.
“I took a cab, I wasn’t letting you out of my sight.” He takes my bag from Harry and throws it into the back.
“We’ll speak tomorrow, darling girl,” Harry says just before Bennett closes my door.
“Thank you, for not making me drag you out of there.”
“I’d have liked to see you try,” I splutter. He merely turns and raises his eyebrow at me.
“You know you’re getting punished when we get home?” I can’t help the guffaw that leaves my body.Is he being serious right now?“I’m serious, sweetheart. You. Never. Run. From. Me.”
“Not happening, plus I’m on early shift, I need to get to sleep.” I’m grasping at straws.
“You should have thought of that before you ran out on me,” his words are a promise as he pulls into the driveway.
***
I’m tied to the bed.
He has actually tied me to the bedposts; each wrist and ankle is secured to its own post with his silk ties. I am completely naked, completely spread eagled, and completely turned on. I’m also a little worried about the glass of ice he’s placed on the bedside table.
“You’re going to lie there and take everything I give you like the good little slut you are, aren’t you?” I can’t help but whimper at his words. I’m beyond turned on — maybe I’ll walk out on him more often if this is the result.
He reaches into the glass, pulls out an ice cube and gently runs it over my nipple, causing it to pebble and tighten almost painfully. Heslips that ice cube into the dip of my belly button and grabs another one from the glass.
“Keep that in there,” he says nodding to the cube that’s currently melting and uses the other one to circle my other nipple. My body can’t help but jolt at the ice as it touches my body; some of the liquid from my belly spills and trails down my side. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. What did I say?” His hand comes down on my clit, giving it a short, sharp slap.
“Ahh,” I scream as too many sensations assault my body and more water spills from me. Another hard slap lands on my clit and a breathy whine leaves my body.
“You need to learn, Peyton, things will be a lot easier if you just do as I say.” When he gets like this — dominant, controlling, bossy — I can’t help but both love and hate it.
Another piece of ice is placed on me as he runs yet another down the centre of my body and begins to circle my clit. I'm overly sensitive and already warm from his slaps, so the ice is nearly unbearable.
