Hundreds (Dollar 3)

She bowed into me, her lips parting wider in pleasure. Kissing my way down her neck, I murmured, “I want you, Pim. I want to fuck you so much you have no idea.”

Her skin flushed as I ducked and captured her nipple in my mouth. “I’m barely holding it together knowing you want me. That you wouldn’t try to hide. That you’d let me touch you again…”

Her arms instantly wrapped around my head, holding me close, taking control over my pressure and speed.

I fucking loved it as much as I cursed it.

I might be at my gentlest right now, but I couldn’t let her restrain me. Teaching her a lesson, I bit her delicious breast.

She flinched then shivered as I circled my tongue over the nipple I’d just punished. “You use the word love, yet you don’t fully understand it. Do you want me to show you…one last time? Do you want me to make love to you?”

Fear drenched me.

Knowledge of what this would do to me.

What it would mean.

But as her eyes turned hazy and a sensual smile decorated her face, I knew I had to do it for her. I would suffer the consequences. I would wear the pain, the shame, the horror of what would become of me all to honour what she’d given.

She stared, not giving me an answer.

“You have to say it, Pim. Tell me.”

Her eyes tightened as she sucked in a breath. “Yes, I want you to make love to me. One more time.”

“In that case, you have me.”

“Now?” The terrified, hopeful look undid me.

“No, not now.” Climbing off her, I backed away from the bed. If I didn’t put space between us quickly, I wouldn’t be heading to work. I’d break all my rules, and she’d be well and truly fucked not just once but again and again.

I’d promised I’d make love to her not fuck her.

I needed to find a way to do that without killing myself.

Rearranging my erection so it didn’t drive me insane, I muttered, “We’ll stay one more night.”

Scooting off the bed, she stood naked with victory and anticipation. “Thank you.”

“Oh, don’t thank me, little mouse. Don’t thank me for giving me exactly what I want. You should curse me. I would.”

Without saying goodbye, I left her to dress while I went to drown myself in work.

Tonight, she was mine one last time.

Tomorrow, I’d tell her about her mother.

After I’d shown her exactly what love could be.

After I’d tasted her.

Licked her.

Used her.

And become utterly, corruptly addicted to her.

Chapter Twenty-Six

______________________________

Pim

For half an hour, I sat in the hotel suite, dressed in a floaty baby blue dress that’d been packed for me by Phantom staff, staring out the window at the foot traffic and sparkling harbour beyond. The cheery architecture and rich toys of the wealthy and famous below beckoned me to play with them.

The thought of being out there on my own—of going where I wanted with no master to beat me, no rules to bind me…it was terrifying as well as liberating.

Elder hadn’t given me instructions not to explore, and I had no idea how long he’d be at the warehouse.

I was jittery with things that’d happened between us. Confused as to how nervous I was about tonight. And a little lost for telling him I loved him when I didn’t fully understand the word. I’d only known hate for so long…could I be mistaken about this warm magical feeling inside?

I couldn’t sit and do nothing anymore.

I couldn’t be surrounded by my thoughts.

Slipping into courage and a pair of black flip-flops, I marched purposely toward the door and opened it.

Instead of an open corridor full of indecision, there stood two strangers.

Men.

Instantly, my instincts prickled and hackles shot up. “Oh, hi.” I clutched the handle, eyeing the two men in dark suits. I swayed back, ready to slam the door in their face and lock it tight if they so much as sniffed toward me.

One, with a bald head and Mediterranean skin, smiled professionally. “Hello, Ms. Pimlico. Did you need something?”

They know my name?

“Um…” I glanced past them toward the elevator that would deposit me on the street where countless strangers and shops and sensations would be. If I couldn’t handle two strangers in a hotel…how would I handle teeming crowds in the wide-open world where crime was committed just as easily as lawful activities?

Puffing up my chest, I looked down my nose. Hoping I seemed in control and aloof and not trembling with rapidly building fear, I said, “I was just going for a walk.”

Was that permitted?

Who were these men?

Had Elder placed them there to keep me under lock and key? Were his talks of freedom worthless?

The shorter guard with a thin moustache and startling blue eyes moved out of the way. “Of course, great day for a walk.”

My mouth hung open as the corridor was made clear and the men granted me space to walk past. Terror replaced my fear. Perhaps I had it wrong, and these weren’t Elder’s men but sinister people who might hurt me the moment I stepped from the suite. Perhaps they were here to take me back.