I smiled and made no move to cover my body beneath his gaze. “If that’s what you want, Sir.”
His smile left me in no doubt about what tomorrow would bring.
Chapter Five
Rafe
Seven o’clock came around both too fast and not fast enough. Security buzzed me when Willow arrived at the door. Fray’s charged atmosphere indicated a big night ahead, though it was still early. The line for entry stretched halfway around the block as security counted heads and made certain the building stayed full enough to create an exclusive atmosphere as well as drive a need to be inside from those waiting in the open air.
Willow slipped through the door and disappeared from the camera. I closed my laptop and pushed back in my chair. I knew what I wanted from her tonight, what I wanted to do with her, but I also couldn’t rush her. Not after the catastrophe that had been my previous attempt at a relationship.
I hadn’t claimed a sub of my own for far too long, but I’d rectify that for the right girl. A girl I could spoil, who I could give my full attention. Because any woman with me deserved no less.
My phone buzzed, and I checked my messages, my brain already on hiatus for the night as I kept one eye on the door.
Don’t break her, for fuck’s sake.
Killian’s one-line text message ripped through my brain. I laughed and tossed my phone onto a two-seater sofa pushed against one wall.
Her tentative knock drew my attention.
“Rafe?”
“Come in.” I pressed my hands to my thighs, denying the urge to leap from my chair and open the door for her. Hell, if she looked as edible as the night before, I’d be on her in an instant and things would never get done the right way.
That checked me. Since when had I ever been concerned about doing things the right fucking way?
Willow opened the door and slipped through, shutting itbehind her. Before she took another step into the room, she stole my breath and a large slice of my heart.
A strapless, cream sundress sheathed her body to her thighs where it swirled around slim legs, their sweet curves accentuated by the flare of her skirt. Her hair curled around her face in gentle waves that highlighted rose-tinted lips and the soft slope of her cheeks. Pink-tipped toes peeked out from the bottom of the dress. She was barefoot.
No one who entered my club ever looked so out of place.
A laugh bubbled in my chest as I stared at her, though a shot of pure arousal pushed my humor aside in short order. “I told you to wear something I could ruin,” I rasped. I also told her I liked that pink harness she’d worn the night before. My hand strayed under my desk to adjust myself.
Her knowing little smile was cute as fuck and pissed me off at the same time. Willow stepped forward and reached behind her. The zing of a zipper preceded the dress falling to the floor, but she hadn’t finished her private little strip show for one. Willow did as I’d not-quite requested and worn the harness, but somehow, she’d adjusted it to suit the dress. Hot pink straps framed succulent breasts, the marks I’d made on her body still visible.
My marks.
I stroked myself beneath my desk as she ran her fingers over the leather straps. A little fiddling, and she wound them up around her throat, holding up her hair. “Will you help me, please?”
I swallowed at the offer. Fuck me, but she was all too damn tempting. My chair crashed into the wall behind my desk as I shot to my feet. She didn’t flinch, as though she expected it. Two long strides brought me to her side. I wrapped my hand around her throat, squeezing gently before she could take her next breath. Light pressure beneath her jaw lifted her to her toes.I dipped my head to speak against her mouth.
“You don’t give me orders, Willow. I don’t give a fuck if they’re coated in the prettiest little request, and you’re all trembling and needy. For fuck’s sake, I could smell your arousal from outside my office.” I couldn’t, but she didn’t need to know that. Fucking with her head was my favorite game to play. My own arousal skyrocketed as she pressed up as high as her tiptoes allowed to kiss me.
I let her have her moment, kissing her back with closed lips, enough to sate her need for a single instant before I ripped away from her and put her back on her feet.
“You don’t.” I strode around behind her and slapped her ass. Hard. “Get to parade in here and strip for me unasked. You don’t get to exert control over me and leave me horny as a fucking teenager.”
“You’re horny?” She looked back at me through her lashes, her lips parted.
If I hadn’t known she’d never stepped foot in my club before last night, I’d assumed her to be a practiced seductress from that move alone.
“You realize who you are to me, little mouse? You’re prey. My fucking food.” I leaned closer. “And I haven’t decided which is my favorite way to devour you yet.”
She stared up at me, her eyes widening. I pressed closer, inhaling her air, and growled.
Willow shivered. A full-body effort that ended with an almost audiblepopand ended with me holding a small tuft of brown fur. A tiny fluffy ball of the same color trembled at my feet, puddled in the pink leather harness far too small for her shifted form.