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Inod before I turnaround and walk to the bed. Somehow, the slow march across the bedroom seems to take a thousand years. Everything feels a little worse because I know Ian is watching every step I take. Each movement is carefully calculated, weighed, and monitored here. I know that Ian probably has cameras hidden throughout his entire estate, including in this bedroom, as a sort of insurance policy.
Still, I manage to find the strength within myself to obey him. When I reach the bed, I climb onto it. He didn’t tell me how he wants me to sit.
Does Ian want me to lie down so he can fuck me on my back?
Does he want me to kneel here and wait for him?
Or maybe he wants something else.
Perhaps Ian is the type of person who wants me on all fours, ass toward him, so he can see my most intimate places.
“Mr. Salucci,” I whisper quietly, “how do you want me?”
“Such good manners.” I feel a rush of pride. He doesn’t like me. I get that. To Mr. Salucci - Ian - I’m just some random slut he captured and brought here to play with and fuck. When he tires of me, I’ll be tossed aside and forgotten. Still, the compliment is something that means a lot to me. I appreciate that he thinks I’m doing a good job.
I kind of hate that I’m trying to please him, though.
There’s a part of me that feels like a traitor to my family. After all, I’m an Amato. My family name means everything to me. Well, it means everything to my father. I’m not really sure what it means to me. To my dad, our name is what sets us aside from the rest of the world. It’s a name that makes people feel fearful because they know exactly what my father is capable of.
"Thank you, sir,” I whisper. I wait for him. What kind of direction can I expect from a man like Ian Salucci? Something tells me that he’s completely planned our entire evening together, so he probably knows exactly how he wants me to lie down on this bed. Maybe he’ll force me to figure it out on my own, though. There’s always a chance that he’s going to make me figure out how to please him. Then if I fail, it’s going to be “off with her head.”
“Kneel on the bed and spread your legs. Face me.”
His directions are clear yet confusing. Why does he want me facing him? I scramble to obey his directions and a moment later, I’m sitting in the exact manner he requested of me. Ian nods, so I know that I’ve done a good job. He walks over to the bed and stands in front of me. Resting his hands on my knees, Ian stares at me. For someone who is such an evil man, he really does have beautiful eyes: gorgeous, even.
“You’re so much better than I expected,” he murmurs. As always, I’m caught off-guard by the compliment. Maybe I should re-evaluate my life. If I get out of here in one piece, I should probably try to go to therapy or something. Apparently, I’m not used to receiving compliments because they do something weird to my tummy.
My insides seem to flip and flop when Ian tells me I’m a good girl, or that I’m pretty, or that I’mbetter than expected.What kind of wonderful compliment is that? It’s one I’m never going to forget. That’s for damn sure.
“Why did you take me?” I whisper. He won’t tell me, but I want to try. I can’t just let him fuck me without trying to understand even a little bit.
“The first time I saw you was when I had a meeting with your father. Do you remember that day? It was a Tuesday.” I nod because I actually do remember the day. Somehow, I know that if I lie to Ian about this, he’ll know.
“It was raining,” I whisper. “I wore a blue dress. You said it matched the water.”
He chuckles. He’d come to the house for a private meeting with my father. That was the day Ian had been brought in as a business partner, of sorts. The two of them had worked together for a long time, but Ian hadn’t really been my dad’s number two before that day. I still wasn’t sure if he was completely my dad’s right-hand man or if he was more of a careful business associate, but it didn’t really matter. My dad had a guy for everything. Ian could fill multiple roles as far as my father was concerned.
The day that Ian came to the house was the first time I’d felt even an inkling of curiosity about my father’s life. That was the day I started to wonder how much I really knew about him or his associates. Until then, I hadn’t cared because I had the things that I needed and wanted. My life was organized and carefully structured. Everything always went according to plan because if it didn’t, my daddy would throw a fit about it.
Ian had looked at me with a raw sense of curiosity, though. Maybe it was because he was one of the few men who hadn’t known me as a kid. Most of the guys who worked with my father knew not to look twice at me. They’d known me since I was a little girl and they knew I was off limits. Ian, however, had looked at me like he wanted to fuck me.
