Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 59044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Christ.
I was getting ahead of myself again.
CHAPTER NINE
Scarlet
He didn’t fuck me.
As two days slid to three, and he still hadn’t grabbed me, bent me over, and slammed inside of me, I couldn’t help but start feeling a little insecure about it.
I mean, it wasn’t that he wasn’t attracted to me.
He’d had me go down on him.
He’d jerked off while looking at me.
Clearly, there was interest there.
The thing was, he wasn’t acting on it.
He was barely touching me at all, in fact.
He tagged along on all my errands. Getting coffee, having my hair or brows done, getting waxed, grabbing lunch and dinner with friends. There he always was, standing in the corner of the room, looking intimidating.
Though only I actually knew just how intimidating he was. But it was in a way that made my belly quiver each time I looked at him.
But as we finally got home after running around, he didn’t force me onto my knees. He didn’t bind me.
Sure, he made small commands.
Drinking my water.
Getting enough sleep.
Eating what he ordered or made.
But nothing that required me to, ah, submit.
That was what I was doing, right? Submitting.
And he was, of course, dominating.
I thought that was the stuff of books. Or weird, kinky people who gathered in dungeons in all-leather outfits.
Clearly, though, it was something a former military bodyguard and an heiress did in a penthouse apartment in the middle of the city.
All we seemed to be doing lately, though, was talking.
About my past, about his.
About my likes and dislikes.
About my fondest memories.
And my darkest ones.
Honestly, I was kind of over talking.
I wasn’t someone who liked sharing so much about myself. I was accustomed to all my interactions with others being either superficial—with the likes of my ‘friends’—or very carefully curated—like what I shared with my followers.
No one got to see the real stuff underneath. The less glamorous, uglier parts of myself.
And I couldn’t understand why Julian was so obsessed with all of that.
All I knew was that I was tired of it.
Which was why I’d agreed to go out with some friends.
This time, though, with the Lloyd sisters, Mae and Leah, who were in town for a weekend.
I went ahead and didn’t tell Julian about Mae and Leah’s reputation since he wasn’t already in the know.
Besides, it had been almost two years since Mae’s orgy sex tape had released. And Leah hadn’t been arrested since she’d set her rich boyfriend’s car on fire a few years back.
For all I knew, they were reformed.
It was the first night out on the town since, well, things had changed with Julian.
So I wasn’t surprised by the way his brow raised when I’d told him what was happening.
“I see,” he said, nodding. “And where will you be going?”
“I don’t know yet,” I told him, avoiding his gaze as I slid my dresses around on the rack in my closet. “Mae and Leah are choosing.”
To that, he nodded and walked out.
Only to come back a moment later with a pair of panties in his hand.
The weird thing was… I was pretty sure they weren’t mine.
They were cute. Black, lace, a thong so I didn’t have lines under my dress. But definitely not mine.
“You’re wearing these,” he told me.
“Why?”
“Because I told you to,” he said, and it was the first time I’d seen a spark of that same Julian who’d made me get on my knees, and bound me.
“They might not go with my outfit,” I said, looking away, wanting to provoke him.
“It wasn’t a suggestion, Scarlet,” he said, his voice deep and commanding, making my sex clench hard in response.
When I said nothing, he stalked forward, yanking at the tuck of my robe, and loosening the material before pulling it roughly off, leaving me standing there naked.
“Put the fucking panties on,” he said, holding them out to me.
“Fine,” I said, taking them from him, then shooting him a scrunched brow look.
“Don’t make me tell you again,” he said, not answering the question on my face.
I pulled the panties up, feeling something pressing against my crotch. Something that shouldn’t have been there. Something hard.
When I looked at him again, he had a wicked glint in his eyes as he reached into his pocket for something small and plastic.
Holding it in his hand, he pressed a button down, and my panties vibrated hard enough to make my knees buckle a bit before I stiffened them.
“Oh,” I sighed, sucking in a deep breath.
I watched as he slipped the remote back into his pocket.
“You’ll behave,” he said with a dark little smirk, “or you will be… punished.”
With that, and nothing more, he was gone.
I didn’t have to ask what that meant.
He would relentlessly tease me until he had me at that point of desire that was painful. But he wouldn’t let me have a release.
It sounded miserable, yet there was something undeniably sexy about the idea of him being able to control my desire even from a room away.