Personally, I’ve got allergies and this is the place of nightmares, in my opin
ion.
“Kneel up,” Peter’s voice draws me back from my thoughts. I do as he says.
I wait with my hands plastered to my sides as he walks around me, circling me like prey. That’s what I am to him tonight. I’m his prey. That’s all right. I know the game and I understand what the score is. Peter is the one with all of the power tonight. Me? I’ve got a safe word and five digits worth of credit card debt. I’m not leaving here until I’ve done everything we agreed to.
Even if it’s hard, I need this.
Even if it’s scary, I can’t walk away.
“When I first saw you at the club, I thought you were bratty,” he says. “Why would I think that?”
I smirk.
“Probably because I was teasing Master Caleb when he was punishing his submissive.”
He makes a “tsk” sound and keeps circling me, staring at me.
“For a naughty girl, you certainly are quite lovely to look at, aren’t you?”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“Ah, you remember your manners,” Peter sounds pleased and a little surprised. “Perhaps tonight will be more pleasant than I imagined.”
“How did you imagine tonight?” I ask quietly, although I may not want to know. I’m his until precisely 10:00AM tomorrow morning. I doubt that we’re going to spend much time sleeping. Peter seems like the kind of guy who, once he has someone in his sights, focuses on them entirely.
Sleep is likely out of the question.
“Well, I thought perhaps we could get to know each other.”
Somehow, I manage to keep from rolling my eyes. What a cliché answer. I probably shouldn’t think that, but I do. Then I remember who I am and where I am and, perhaps most importantly, who he is.
Peter Montgomery is one of the most powerful men in town.
I would do well to remember that.
I stay perfectly still as he circles me again. So he wants to get to know me? He’s certainly doing that with his eyes. They roam my body and I’m very aware of just how dangerous this situation really is. Peter is a shark. He’s a predator. He’s firm and he takes what he wants.
But I’ve seen him at the club.
I know he can be gentle, too.
Something tells me that’s not what’s going to happen tonight.
“Okay,” I whisper quietly. “What do you want to know?”
He smiles down at me and pats my head the way he would touch a beloved pet.
“Asking the right questions,” he says. “Right now, I want to know how well you can dance.”
He moves to a chair and sits back in the oversized armchair. He crosses his legs and leans back. Then he looks at me with a smile.
“Stand up,” he says. He pulls out his phone and presses a button. A sultry song I’ve never heard before starts to play. Then he just watches me.
I rise, standing quickly and trying to look as gracefully as possible, but I’m suddenly incredibly nervous. This isn’t something I’ve ever done before. If I’m honest, dancing was the last thing I expected to be doing this weekend.
I thought my time with the Daddy Dom was going to be full of whips and chains and spankings and humiliation.