“Is my test unfair?”
“If I fail, I stay. It’s still blackmail.”
He shrugged. “I didn’t create the situation you find yourself in.”
I closed my eyes to think. “What if I say no? If everynoI might say, in the future, only brings me back here—”
“I’ll allow discussion, sometimes. You won’t get more than that—none of my girls do.” He let me go, and I faced him, folding my arms to feel less unsettled.
“You’ve other women?”
“No. Not as of today.” If eyes could be both dark and twinkle, his were doing that.
“Fuck,” I whispered, “and doingthatis part of this agreement too.”
Fucking him. Being fucked, being told to do this or that and him liking to push me way past my kinky limits. Was that so bad? Emme had wanted it and look where it got her—with two dickhead Doms.
He said nothing. One eyebrow may have twitched a minute amount. If he wasn’t getting tired of me stalling, he soon would be. I could, maybe, escape from his island.
I buried my face in my hands, for a moment. “Sorry.”
“Take your time.” The sarcasm in that—he definitely had a dry sense of humor.
I was going to do this. It was more than a need for freedom. I would go crazy if I stayed here. I could handle Doms…couldn’t I? Maybe I could take a page out of Emme’s book and knee him, accidentally, in the balls?
I walked to the table and climbed up and sat, then swung my legs onto the top. I lay down.Breathe.
If I stared at that pale ceiling—
“Good girl.” He placed his palm on my belly.
I closed my eyes to better feel the weight of him there and to let his praise sink in.
“You’re going to let me pull up your dress, and after I take off your panties, you will spread your legs, wide.”
It was best to meet his eyes. I licked my lips. “Okay.”
His smile was measured, tight, ungiving. “You’re not to move unless I say so. Moving means you fail. Though on another day I might choose to bind you.”
I nodded. The world was ringing in my ears.
He brought the front of my dress up to my waist then wriggled up the rest that I lay on. I was only peripherally aware of where he touched because I wasn’t looking down there. Not yet anyway. He found the edge of my panties and with fingertips drew a line along my skin, below my hips. His other hand encompassed my hip, his thumb pressing near my mons as he kept me in place.
His touch was too close to my pussy for me to ignore, and I was imagining where else those fingers would travel. Smoothly, he pulled on my panties, dragging them out from under my ass then down my legs.
“Bend your legs up higher. This table has no stirrups, but I do have a speculum to examine your cunt.” Atcuntmy eyes opened wide. At the edges of my vision, I glimpsed him between theVof my legs. Not doctor language, at all. “And what a pretty cunt this is.”
Something lightly glanced over the very apex of my clit…and was gone. I let out a gasp and knew I’d clenched.
“You’re going to come so easily.” Again he touched the same spot.
“Ah!” Shuddering, I caught my breath. My heartbeat was pounding at my temples from that blossoming thread of pleasure, from a dab of his finger, or maybe his tongue. Had he licked me? I craned my neck to stare then flopped my head to the table.
He placed his hands on my knees. “Wider, Miss Charity. It makes your cunt open.”
I opened my knees wider and felt myself part below, as my pussy also obeyed. My filthy, smutty instincts… Just because he was male and dominant.Gah.
Teasing Doms, a little, was in my DNA. I rallied and cleared my throat.