For The Love Of Sir (Doms of Decadence 3)

Leaning in, he kissed her thoroughly until she melted against him. He couldn’t wait until they were home to touch her. He had to have a taste now.

“You know, I just remembered that I still owe you a punishment for being late.”

Her eyes widened. “What would you like me to do, Sir?”

His cock hardened further.

“Strip off your jeans and bend over the desk.”

Chapter Four

Tara shivered in excitement as she stripped off her jeans. She wished she was still dressed in the short skirt and fitted, sleeveless top she had been wearing, instead of her worn jeans and faded underwear.

She quickly pulled down her panties, hoping he wouldn’t notice them.

She should have known better. Alex snatched them out of her hand, dangling them off one finger.

“What are these?” he asked.

Tara tried to grab them. “Give them back.”

He wrinkled his nose as he stared at her panties as though they offended him.

“Why would you want these back?” he said.

“Because I’m not walking around commando.”

“Better commando than wearing these. They’re so worn I could almost poke a hole in them with my finger.”

“Give. Them. Back.”

“No.” He walked over to the trash can and threw them in, grabbing her as she tried to retrieve them.

“Damn it, Alex. Let me go. You had no right to do that.”

“What do you call me?” he asked in a low, dark voice.

“Sir,” she gritted out. “You had no right to do that, Sir.”

He spun her around until she was facing the desk, leaning her over the desk he placed her hands flat on the desk.

“Stay still,” he ordered as she tried to wriggle free. “Do not move your hands from that desk.”

Tara shivered at the command in his voice. This is what she wanted. Someone to take charge. Someone she could surrender to. She’d had so much responsibility for so long. Sometimes she just wanted to let someone else take charge.

Even when she was playing at the club, she always held back a bit of herself. She’d looked after herself for so long that she found it hard to completely let go and trust in someone else.

“Tara, tell me where are you?”

“I-I’m with you, in the club,” she said in confusion.

“And yet your mind is a million miles away. Let’s see if I can get your attention, hmm?”

Alex pulled her sweatshirt up over her head, leaving it trapped around her wrists. All she now wore was a faded t-shirt and bra. Alex ran his hands over her ass, squeezing each cheek firmly.

“You have a fantastic ass,” he told her.

Tara always felt a bit self-conscious around Alex. He was sophisticated, sexy, gorgeous and she was, well, average.