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 Rob has a wicked sense of humor. I m sure he finds this hysterical.
The hallway curved and widened. Doors lined one side at about ten-foot intervals then
the corridor widened into a spacious lounge with several seating areas. Several people sat on one
of the couches, talking, while a naked woman knelt near them, her hands and head in stocks as
she faced away. Her knees were braced apart by a spreader bar, opening her to anyone who
passed. Those in conversation ignored her as if she were artwork on the wall. Olivia s skin
crawled at the sight. She so wasn t doing that. Ever.
Taking her arm, Syb turned her away and to a bank of elevators.  Never think never,
sweetness.
 Did I say it out loud?
 It s written all over your face. We all have things that are completely off-limits, but the
stocks are pretty tame in the scheme of things.
 I guess&  Olivia conceded as the elevator doors opened.
 Girl-5-1-1 likes it.
 Girl-5-1-1? Stranger and stranger. If she came to a little bottle labeled Drink Me, she
was outta here. And if Colin called her anything less than her name or an endearment, he could
just kiss her ass. Her cunt fluttered at that, but she tried to shove it away. What she d do and how
he d treat her was important.
Syb waited until the doors shut, closing away the scene, and she d pressed the button for
the fourth floor.  It s her thing and her Master s thing. Some people like more objectification
than others. Don t judge.
Olivia shook her head.  I m not, she vehemently clarified.  I m just worried about what
the hell I m getting into.
Her companion remained silent which Olivia didn t find the least bit reassuring. Was the
scene she d just observed the sort of thing Colin had in mind for her? He d said he was into
exhibition, but she d assumed he meant during sex. Her insides knotted.
Maybe she was making a mountain out of a molehill. With Colin, she was comfortable.
He never seemed to want anything that didn t turn her on or to which she wouldn t agree, even if
she had initial hesitation.
Syb reached over and gave the chain connected to the clamps a tug.  Stop it, she
ordered.  Remember, trust him. The two of you will get nowhere without trust. I know this is
new, but you must already trust him somewhat to have gotten to this point. Don t take that away
now. Or else leave.
Olivia looked at her wide-eyed.  Leave? Her whole being objected to that, even her
over-active thoughts.
 Yes, leave. He s a good guy. You shouldn t mess with his head.
She almost laughed at the thought. A submissive messing with big, bad Dom, Mr.
Smith s head? He could chew her up and move on. Or drop her at home and forget about her.
She wasn t so important that what she thought was a big deal to him.
 You don t have to worry about what I ll do. The rest of the trip was made in silence.
Soon, she was led into the room where Colin waited and suddenly everything made more sense.
His eyes darkened with possessive approval as he set aside the book in his hand and stood,
waiting for her to come to him. Syb retreated without a word and it was only them, save for a
few uninterested parties in other areas of the space that had been outfitted to look like a library
a posh version with leather armchairs and a cheery fire. Still there were study tables and
computer terminals scattered around the space while floor to ceiling shelves filled with books
lined the walls.
And she was Colin s own personal librarian.
 How may I assist you, Mr. Smith? she asked quietly, her head slightly bowed as she
stopped in front of him.
 My God, you re gorgeous.
 Thank you, Sir. Warmth swelled inside her, and some of her worry dissipated. This was
right between them. As he watched her, she sensed an unspoken affection that wrapped them
both in an intimacy she hadn t seen downstairs. Perhaps it had been there and she hadn t known,
because it wasn t her situation.
Colin twisted a loose tendril of her hair around his finger.  I want you on your knees with
my cock in your mouth, he commanded, his voice as even as if they were discussing the
weather.
Here? For once, she maintained enough control to keep in the question, but she was sure
he saw it in her eyes. With some difficulty, she dropped to her knees before him. He backed
away and sat in the brown, leather armchair he d vacated. His arms laid on the rests as he waited,
his face bland yet almost challenging.
Suppressing a sigh as she watched the fine scrap of control she d had waft away, she
scooted across the floor on her knees. The metal cuffs clanked against one another and
underlined her  captivity and submission to her Master. Between his knees, she waited, staring
at the ridge of his penis behind his zipper. He wanted her to give him head, but she had no idea
what to do about his closed pants with her hands bound behind her.
 Problem? he asked, gently stroking her hair.
She glanced up at him through her lashes.  I want to please you, Sir, but&  She bit her
lip.  I don t know& I mean&  God, she sounded like an untried virgin.
 Livvy. Tell me what you want.
 I want you out& so I can& you know.
He chuckled and she felt the camaraderie between them building like a warm comforting
web growing thicker and tighter by the moment.
 You can do better than that, he told her.
 Can you open your pants? she tried. He raised an eyebrow and she knew he wouldn t
let her get away with that. Well, whatever. She was a big girl and she could use big girl
language. She could be bold and she doubted very much that she d shock him. She looked him in
the eye.  Most of all, I want to please you, she said. He gave a single nod, approval and pleased
appreciation lighting his face as warmth filled his eyes and his lips curved into a small smile.
Leaning forward, he framed her face with his hands and kissed her, taking his time and exploring
her mouth. Her heart sped up. She leaned into him, relying on him for balance. Silent words [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]