Her lips trembled against mine before she spoke. “I’ll try.”
I moaned into her mouth because that was the first sign of submission. She considered giving me control. For the first time, she yielded to me. She gave me what I wanted, and she allowed me to fuck her against my couch with her wrists pinned to her back. She allowed me to do things she would never allow anyone else.
I knew I would get what I wanted—soon.
“Thank you for dinner.” I’d never considered hiring a maid because I didn’t want to share my space with anyone. I didn’t want anyone to see the things buried deep inside my drawers and in the back of my closet. In the state of New York, I had a well-known face. If people knew I was the owner of the biggest BDSM club on the East Coast, people wouldn’t exactly trust me anymore. I would just be a freak—as I’d been called before.
She sat across from me and took small bites. She always chewed like a rabbit, barely moving her mouth and eating so little it didn’t seem like she ate anything at all. Her attitude toward food couldn’t be shaken, and with every bite she took, her guilt only increased. “You’re welcome. Thanks for letting me stay here.”
I wasn’t letting her stay there. She was letting me let her stay there—big difference.
Her eyes moved to my hand on the table. She spotted the black ring because it contrasted so sharply against my fair skin. It was thick and bold, looking like solid rock. The ring had a certain heaviness to it. The second I put it back on, I had to get used to the difference. But the weight felt good because it represented something beautiful. “Interesting ring.”
I didn’t glance at it. I continued to eat quietly, my eyes enjoying the feast sitting across from me.
“I’ve never seen you wear that before.”
“It’s something I’ve had forever.”
“I like it.”
Good. Because she’d be wearing one soon. “Thanks.”
“It’s the thickest ring I’ve ever seen.”
Because I’m thick too. “Would you like to see it?” I pulled it off and pushed it across the table toward her.
She eyed it without picking it up.
The ring was thick with power, the Dom ring that everyone in my world respected. It represented strength and authority, and the submissive ring was just as powerful. It represented consent, beauty, and trust. The ring bearer relinquished all control to another human being. The mutual respect, friendship, and trust had to be unshakeable for such an arrangement to succeed.
She finally picked it up, her fingers brushing along the cool metal. She examined it closely, looking for a marking within the material. She studied it for nearly a minute before she finally returned it.
She felt the power. It rang quietly in her ears. I could see it in her eyes as well as her plump lips. Electricity coursed through her at lightning speed, burning her fingertips once she felt the cool metal. She wanted that feeling again—and again.
I couldn’t wait to place her ring on her finger.
She returned to eating, her gaze averted in quiet thought. Whatever she was thinking was a mystery to me.
But I strongly suspected she was thinking of something she didn’t understand—just yet.
I dragged her hips to the very edge of the bed, half of her ass hanging off above the hardwood floor. Her legs were spread to me, wide-open so I could fit my enormous dick inside that narrow slit.
She was flexible, able to pull her knees against her ribcage. My hands hooked behind her knees, my fingertips brushing against the skin over her ribs. I could feel her beating heart flutter wildly in her chest. She was eager for me, to be fucked again even though we’d just screwed before dinner.
She had the same appetite I had.
I tilted my hips until my head found her entrance. I slowly slid inside, feeling the usual pool of moisture greet me with excitement. I pushed through the slickness, stretching her walls like I did every other time. My cock would never get used to how tight she was. After taking her virginity and fucking her a few times, she still hadn’t stretched out.
I hoped she never did.
She laid her head back and breathed through my entry. Her tiny waist tightened as I moved farther within her. The strong muscles of her thighs tightened, and her nipples were hard and pointed to the ceiling.
I felt like a king every time I was inside her. She lay back and allowed me to have her, to possess her in a way no man ever had. That made me feel more like a man than anything else in my life. Seeing those green eyes burn just for me was an unbelievable turn-on. She turned down every other man in her life—except me.