She was strong, but I was stronger. And we both knew this was what she wantedandneeded.
But I welcomed the fight she’d give me. It turned me on more.
“And you are going to be a good girl and give me this because, deep down, you want to please me. Understand?”
She opened her mouth and closed it repeatedly. My girl was at a loss for words.
Corrupting her is going to feel so fucking good. I just wish Zachariah was here to see it.
But as that thought slammed into my head, it was quickly whisked away. Things were shifting, changing, completely rearranging inside of me so profoundly I didn’t feel like myself when I was around her.
I’d wanted to use her, ruin her for anyone else. I wanted her to cling to me, like I was the air in her lungs and the blood in her veins. All I’d been able to think about was leaving her cold, broken-hearted, and penniless. And I hadn’t planned on looking back.
But now… now none of that made sense.
“Go on, Bunny,” I cooed. “Show me how perfect you are.” Her cheeks turned pink from embarrassment.
I smoothed my fingers back and forth over the leather armrest. I was excited, so fucking eager to see how far I could push her.
“I-I’ve never been naked in front of anyone before,” Persephone whispered in a frightened voice.
“Oh, darling,” I said with a grin, my arousal heightening because of her fear of the unknown. “That changes here and now. Show Daddy what’s his.”
After I told Persephone to strip, a long minute of silence passed. The only sound filling the room was of the fire licking over the logs in the hearth.
I leaned back in the chair. I’d been waiting for this moment. The very fucking thought of her at my mercy, of doing what I said without hesitation, had me beating off morning and night. Fuck, even that wasn’t enough to sate my need for her.
I was constantly hard, my cock at half-mast until I was in private. And then the fucker got rock solid, knowing it was time to ease some of the pressure as I fantasized about Persephone and what I was about to make her do.
She stood and stared at me, her eyes wide, the long fall of her dark hair cascading over her shoulders. She was afraid. It was like an aphrodisiac to me. The ends of her hair were still damp from her shower, soft waves framing her face.
And she was breathing hard, the tight beads of her nipples stabbing through the threadbare sweater she wore.
I was already like granite, harder than I ever remembered being in my fucking life.
Maybe she neededa little inspiration, a little nudge?
Without saying a word, I rose and walked over to my desk, pulled open the large drawer at the bottom, and removed the gift I’d gotten her that day we’d gone shopping.
Or maybe it’s my gift.I was, after all, the one who’d get the most enjoyment out of it.
When I was back in my chair, relaxed, content to just watch her, I held out the brown box with the white script scrawled along the top.
She eyed it for a second, her shapely brows pulling down in confusion before she hesitantly took it. And then she saw the brand scrawled on the top.
“What are these?”
I slowly smiled before I responded, letting her wonder what I’d say.
“You need someone to rein you in, Bunny. You need me to be in control so you don’t have to think. You only have tofeel.” I pointedly looked at the box. “Surely you know what shoes are, Bunny?”
Persephone licked her lips and opened the lid. She pulled out the red bag that held the heels inside, set the box down, and finally took out the shoes.
She looked between the shoes, then to me, and back at the heels again.
“Put them on,” I lazily ordered. I’d picked out the black suede Dolly Pumps from Louboutin because when I’d seen them, I pictured Persephone wearing them and nothing else.
She started breathing harder, and I patiently waited as I sipped my drink.