Chapter 13
13
“My answer is yes! Yes, help me.” She wrapped her arms around him with a cry. “But only for tonight.”
There was no way she could commit to more.
As much as her body seemed to want to.
“Hmm. I don’t like limits, baby. So we’ll see,” he told her as he carried her into his private bathroom, which was attached to his office.
He stopped and let her slide down his body, her feet hitting the tile floor.
“Nice bathroom,” she said, looking around. There was a full shower, as well as a toilet and vanity.
Suddenly, he crouched in front of her, drawing her skirt up to her hips.
“What are you doing?” she squealed. She grabbed at her skirt, trying to push it back down, but he lightly slapped her hands.
“Stop.”
“Reuben,” she whispered. “You can’t.”
Reuben stared up at her, his face directly in front of her panty-clad pussy.
This was so embarrassing.
And yet, for some weird reason, she found herself kind of aroused.
Maybe because you’re thinking about him leaning forward and parting your thighs, then running his tongue along your pussy lips . . .
Stop. Just stop.
The last thing you need is to get turned on.
“Can you please leave?” she begged.
“No. You gave me control. So I’m in charge.”
“How is that different from any other day?” she grumbled as he reached for her panties.
“Because now you get punished when you disobey.”
She placed her hands over her pussy, hiding herself from him as he drew them down.
Thank God she’d shaved this morning. That would’ve been embarrassing, having him see her stubble.
Really?
That’s what you’re worried about? Your boss seeing a bit of hair on your pussy?
And not the fact that he was actually seeing . . . her . . . pussy.
“Move your hands,” he demanded.
“Please, leave.”
Reuben glanced up at her. “You’re not in charge right now, Little Blossom. Remember?”
Dear Lord.
“And that means you don’t have to think or worry, because I’m doing all of that for you, Little Blossom.”
Another clap of thunder. Why wasn’t this storm going away?
“I’m scared.”
“Something else you don’t have to be with me in charge,” he told her steadily.
God, it must be nice to be so confident. To not worry about everything.
She had no idea what that felt like because she worried about everything. Then she worried about it again and again.
It was ridiculous.
So maybe you could let him be in charge tonight. For however long you’re here.
Sure. Although he seemed to think this arrangement would go beyond tonight. But that was impossible.
Faith pushed all of that out of her mind as she moved her hands away from her pussy. “I am going to be so embarrassed about this tomorrow.”
“No, you’re not because you’re only doing what I tell you,” he told her firmly. “Sit.”
She sat.
Okay, she couldn’t believe she’d just done that. Without thinking it through.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he said.
What was what he thought?
“Pee, Little Blossom.”
“I can’t.” Tears slid down her face.
“Baby, you can pee. Just relax for me.”
“My bladder won’t let go. I’m trying.” The pressure was so painful by now that she was once more close to tears.
He turned the tap until water ran into the sink.
All right, that was better, but she still wasn’t there yet.
“All right, I’ll leave.”
“No!” she cried out, tears welling.
Okay, she was being ridiculous now.
“Shh. It’s all right.” Crouching, he slid his hands to her inner thighs. “Close your eyes. Breathe in, then out slowly.”
Faith closed her eyes, breathing in and out. He lightly stroked the inside of her thighs. Okay, that was arousing yet relaxing.
Weird how it could be both.
To her relief, she started to go. It was embarrassing how long she peed for. Another clap of thunder had her crying out and grabbing his shoulders.
“It’s all right. I’m here. Nothing is going to happen to you. You’re being such a good girl for me, and do you know what happens to good girls?”
She didn’t open her eyes. She couldn’t.
“No,” she whispered.
“They get rewarded.”
A full-body tremble shook her. She wanted to know what the reward could be.
But at the same time, she was too scared to ask.
“I . . . this is so crazy. I shouldn’t be doing this,” she said.
“But you are,” he told her firmly. “I’m going to let you clean yourself up. This time.”
That wasn’t ominous or anything.
But at least he left while she cleaned herself up. Pulling up her panties, Faith fixed her skirt. After she flushed, he returned to the bathroom.
Standing behind her, he reached for the soap and started washing her hands.
Faith felt light-headed. The care and attention were nothing she’d experienced before. He was a mix of hard commands and gentle care. Stern dominance and tenderness.
It was . . . difficult for her brain to keep up, though she guessed that was the point. Keep her on edge so she wouldn’t know what was coming next.
Oh, he was an evil genius.
Taking her hand, he led her back into the office.
“I want to go home.”
“No, you don’t,” he countered.
“You’re so bossy. You don’t know everything, you know.”
“Yes, I do. You fight me because you think you shouldn’t want what I’m offering. Because society has taught you that you have to be strong all the time and do everything yourself. Are you always going to let other people dictate to you?”
“So, I should let you dictate to me instead?” she countered dryly.
He smiled down at her. Whoa. She wasn’t sure she’d ever seen him smile. He looked so damn sexy that it took her breath away.
“Now, she gets it.” He cupped the side of her face. “Stop thinking.”
“I don’t know how to do that.”
“My suggestion would be to slip into Little headspace.”