For His Taking (For His Pleasure, Book 2) (The Submission of Miss Masters, Domination, BDSM) by Kelly Favor Page B
Authors: Kelly Favor
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He turned to look at her. “You’re freaking out,” he said, more a statement of fact than question.
“Just a little.” She walked to the bed and sat on it. It gave way beneath her, soft and luxurious.
Red smiled. “All of this is nice. The beautiful scenery, the pond, the marble floors and kitchens and every amenity a person could dream of. But in the end, without you here, this place is just empty—a museum.”
“That’s nice of you to say.”
He crossed to the bed and kneeled in front of her. “It’s true, Nicole. I’ve lived here an entire year, and most of the time I only use a few of the rooms. It gets lonely in a big, expensive palace with nobody to share it.”
“You could have brought dozens of women back here. Any of those lovely ladies that you took back to your apartment in the city would have come to this mansion.”
“I know that,” he said. “But I didn’t want any of them the way I want you.”
Her heart started to beat more quickly now. “Why me?”
Red put his hands on her knees and then her thighs, sliding beneath the silky material of her skirt. “Why you? Because, when I look in your eyes, you let me see you.
You don’t hide from me,” he told her. His warm hands began to slide further and further up her legs.
“That feels nice,” she said softly as he warmed her with his sensual touch.
His eyes darkened. “But I like that you don’t always want nice.”
“That’s true,” she said.
“Sometimes you want to be naughty, don’t you?”
She nodded at him, smiling in a way that implied more than words could ever do.
He stood up and walked to the closet. Seconds later, he came out with a jet-black blindfold and handcuffs dangling from his hands.
She crossed her legs and waited for him, that part of her getting hot and slick with anticipation. He was looking at her now with intense hunger, desire, and his wanting her made her hotter still.
“Stand up,” he said, commanding her now.
“Yes, sir.” She got to her feet instantly—standing tall, chin up, like a good little soldier. This made Nicole smile a little for some reason. She was in Red’s army now.
“What’s so funny?” he asked her, his eyes darkening.
“Nothing sir.”
“You’ll be punished for your glib attitude,” he said, and his nostrils flared. “Your backside’s going to be hot pink before the night’s over.”
She nodded at his statement, pictured her bare bottom as his palm crashed against it while her flesh shivered beneath his magnificent, firm hand.
Nicole controlled her expression, remaining calm and composed on the outside, even though her thighs quivered in anticipation of his touch. There would be some pain—just a little bit—and then there would be pleasure. Red doled out pleasure and pain as if he was a chef with a special recipe; Hot and sweet, sweet and sour. Red mixed the ingredients to perfection.
She never knew quite what to expect, and this time was no different, as Red tied the blindfold around her head. Next, he put her hands behind her back and then slipped the handcuffs over her wrists, clicking them into place. They were tight but not too tight.
“Stand perfectly still, Nicole.”
She did exactly as he requested, anxiously awaiting his touch. Suddenly, he ripped her skirt down to her ankles and tore her blouse open. She felt him tearing at her bra, and it came off with a popping sound. She was mostly naked now; she could feel the cool air of the room against her bare skin.
Her entry was slick and wet and completely visible. With the blindfold on, Nicole could feel her heat down there, the vulnerability of it, but she didn’t know if Red was looking at it or not.
“You’ve been giving me a lot of trouble, lately,” he growled at her, and his voice actually trembled with anger. “Shooting your questions at me, complaining and whining in my office, behaving like a spoiled child. Do you think I should be subjected to that?”
“No,
He turned to look at her. “You’re freaking out,” he said, more a statement of fact than question.
“Just a little.” She walked to the bed and sat on it. It gave way beneath her, soft and luxurious.
Red smiled. “All of this is nice. The beautiful scenery, the pond, the marble floors and kitchens and every amenity a person could dream of. But in the end, without you here, this place is just empty—a museum.”
“That’s nice of you to say.”
He crossed to the bed and kneeled in front of her. “It’s true, Nicole. I’ve lived here an entire year, and most of the time I only use a few of the rooms. It gets lonely in a big, expensive palace with nobody to share it.”
“You could have brought dozens of women back here. Any of those lovely ladies that you took back to your apartment in the city would have come to this mansion.”
“I know that,” he said. “But I didn’t want any of them the way I want you.”
Her heart started to beat more quickly now. “Why me?”
Red put his hands on her knees and then her thighs, sliding beneath the silky material of her skirt. “Why you? Because, when I look in your eyes, you let me see you.
You don’t hide from me,” he told her. His warm hands began to slide further and further up her legs.
“That feels nice,” she said softly as he warmed her with his sensual touch.
His eyes darkened. “But I like that you don’t always want nice.”
“That’s true,” she said.
“Sometimes you want to be naughty, don’t you?”
She nodded at him, smiling in a way that implied more than words could ever do.
He stood up and walked to the closet. Seconds later, he came out with a jet-black blindfold and handcuffs dangling from his hands.
She crossed her legs and waited for him, that part of her getting hot and slick with anticipation. He was looking at her now with intense hunger, desire, and his wanting her made her hotter still.
“Stand up,” he said, commanding her now.
“Yes, sir.” She got to her feet instantly—standing tall, chin up, like a good little soldier. This made Nicole smile a little for some reason. She was in Red’s army now.
“What’s so funny?” he asked her, his eyes darkening.
“Nothing sir.”
“You’ll be punished for your glib attitude,” he said, and his nostrils flared. “Your backside’s going to be hot pink before the night’s over.”
She nodded at his statement, pictured her bare bottom as his palm crashed against it while her flesh shivered beneath his magnificent, firm hand.
Nicole controlled her expression, remaining calm and composed on the outside, even though her thighs quivered in anticipation of his touch. There would be some pain—just a little bit—and then there would be pleasure. Red doled out pleasure and pain as if he was a chef with a special recipe; Hot and sweet, sweet and sour. Red mixed the ingredients to perfection.
She never knew quite what to expect, and this time was no different, as Red tied the blindfold around her head. Next, he put her hands behind her back and then slipped the handcuffs over her wrists, clicking them into place. They were tight but not too tight.
“Stand perfectly still, Nicole.”
She did exactly as he requested, anxiously awaiting his touch. Suddenly, he ripped her skirt down to her ankles and tore her blouse open. She felt him tearing at her bra, and it came off with a popping sound. She was mostly naked now; she could feel the cool air of the room against her bare skin.
Her entry was slick and wet and completely visible. With the blindfold on, Nicole could feel her heat down there, the vulnerability of it, but she didn’t know if Red was looking at it or not.
“You’ve been giving me a lot of trouble, lately,” he growled at her, and his voice actually trembled with anger. “Shooting your questions at me, complaining and whining in my office, behaving like a spoiled child. Do you think I should be subjected to that?”
“No,
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