Chapter 31
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Why did it feel like she was a fly being lured into the spider’s web?
Reuben led her over to the elevator. Faith held his hand tight as they stepped into it. She still hated elevators.
“Nothing will happen to you,” he told her. “I promise.”
The elevator stopped, and the doors opened into a foyer.
Reuben tugged her behind him as he unlocked a door and they stepped into a gorgeous apartment.
Wainscoting ran partway up the walls. It was painted in an off-white, while the top half was a gorgeous gray. She followed him through to a large living area. Floor-to-ceiling windows caught her attention and she gasped in shock.
Letting go of his hand, she approached the windows, staring out at the New York skyline.
She’d thought that the view from his office was amazing, but this was next level.
“Is that the Empire State Building?” she whispered in awe.
“It is.” He moved up behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist.
“That’s amazing.”
“What’s amazing is that my need for you only seems to grow the more I’m with you,” he told her. “It was fucking torture being away from you these last few days. I don’t want to keep my hands off you.”
Then don’t.
She tried to turn, but he clasped hold of her hips. “No moving.”
Faith took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“There’s no one else here, just you and me. You need to remember that you’re Daddy’s good girl, yes?”
“Yes,” she moaned as he dragged her dress up over her ass, completely exposing her from the waist down.
“Can people see me?” she asked nervously.
“Perhaps,” he told her. “I can turn off all the lights if you prefer. But even if they can see us, they won’t know who we are.”
Was he sure?
He sounded sure. And she couldn’t imagine he’d be wrong about something like that.
“The choice is yours. Do I switch off the lights? Or leave them on for someone to see us.”
Why did the idea of someone seeing her make her feel hot? Of strangers seeing her . . . not anyone who knew who she was.
Was there something wrong with her?
“Remember . . . your desires don’t make you dirty or wrong. You know that. You’re always my good girl. You’re the person who helps people in need. How many times have you sacrificed your own safety and happiness for someone else? You are a good girl. Wanting something that turns you on, doing what I want because it turns you on could never be wrong.”
He was right. She breathed slowly in and out. She’d had similar thoughts when she’d realized she was a Little. That it was wrong.
But she’d worked through them with books and talking to other Littles. Her family had been surprisingly accepting. Meeting Matt had also helped her feel less weird. Although he’d never wanted to experiment in the bedroom.
Which was fine. She’d been satisfied.
Hadn’t she?
“Leave the lights on,” she whispered. “I want to try . . . I want to see what it feels like. But I don’t want to do what we did earlier anytime soon.”
“And you won’t have to. As long as you remember that if anything ever happens, if anyone ever makes you feel less, if they frighten you, or if they anger you . . . then you run to me. Understand?”
“I run to you, Daddy.” The word slipped out. It wasn’t the first time she’d called him that. But tonight she felt more clear-headed.
It had come without thought. But it felt right.
“Yes, baby. I’m Daddy. I’m going to make you feel good.”
“I thought you were going to punish me,” she said breathlessly.
Then she winced. Why did she say that?
Anyone would think she wanted to be punished.
Although she was starting to think she’d like to get it out of the way so she’d stop thinking about it.
“Oh, you’re going to get punished as well. But I want you to have what you desire without feeling ashamed. Also, I fucking want you. I can still smell you on my fingers.”
That was so dirty.
Her legs went weak.
“Let go of your dress and put your hands on the glass. Up by your head.”
She leaned forward slightly to place her hands on the windows. That left her completely at his mercy.
And she loved it. A shiver ran through her body as he slowly unzipped her dress, causing it to pool at her waist. She couldn’t wear a bra with this dress. Not that she had much to support.
Faith expected him to immediately reach for her breasts, to play with her nipples. An irritated noise left her lips as he ran his hands down her side before splaying them on her tummy. His touch was warm, his hands wide.
Why did that turn her on so much?
He was barely even touching her.
It was the anticipation, she guessed, of wondering where he was going to go next.
“So fucking beautiful, you know that? Do you know why he spoke to you like that? It was because he was jealous. Because he wants what I have. What I possess.”
Those words were so hot.
So wrong.
Huge red flags. But it was like she was color blind. Because all she wanted was more.
“He wanted to touch you and hear those little noises of pleasure you make. He wanted to slide his fingers along your silky thighs. He wanted you to part your legs, to give him permission to take things further. To push his fingers into that warm, wet pussy and to have your scent on him. Branding him. All that pretty, sweet obedience and he desired it. But he couldn’t have it. Because it belongs to me. Doesn’t it, Faith? You belong to me.”
“Yes.”
That was it. Fate sealed.
It had been sealed a while ago, she guessed, when she’d agreed to let him take control.
But now . . . it just felt so right.
“I belong to you, Daddy.”
“That’s right, my baby. And I take very good care of the people who belong to me. What do you want right now?”
His right hand moved up to cup her breast.
Please. Please.
“I want you to touch me,” she told him.
“Touch you where?” he murmured as he kissed along her shoulder.
Oh wow. Who knew that could feel so darn good? Was this what fate had always had in store for her?
This man who was teasing her neck. She tilted her head to the side to give him better access.
“Here?” he asked.
“Yes.” Although she still wanted something else. “More.”
“More? What more could you want, baby?”
“Touch my breasts. My nipples.”
“What do you say?” he murmured. “You have to use your manners. You have to beg.”
Fudge knuckles. Yes. She wanted to do that. She wanted to beg.
“Please, Daddy. Please will you touch me? Touch my nipples, please. I need it. So much.”
“Good girl.” He cupped both of her breasts in his hands. Pleasure raced through her.
He twisted her nipples before soothing them with the palms of his hands. That bite of pain sharpened her senses. It made everything clearer.
“You like that, don’t you? A little bit of pain with your pleasure. I don’t know where you came from, Faith Blossom, but you seem to be made for me.”
“Public, Missouri,” she said, confused. She thought he knew where she came from.
Then it clicked.
“Oh, you didn’t mean from where exactly.”
“No, baby. I didn’t. It’s like someone took a fantasy from my head that I didn’t even know was there and created you.”
“That’s so sweet.”
He started kissing down her spine.
Who knew that could feel so good?
Not her.
But then, all of this was a new experience for her. With Reuben, there was no getting it on under the covers with the lights out.
“Do you . . . do you always like to Top?” she asked as he reached where her dress had folded over.
He licked the skin just above her bottom. Would he go further?
“Do you like butt stuff?” she asked.
Reuben snorted. “Butt stuff?”
“I can’t believe I just asked that,” she groaned.
“You can ask me anything, baby,” he told her. “Whether I answer or not is my prerogative.”
“Hey! Don’t you think that’s hypocritical?” she grumbled. “Are you forgetting rule six?”
“I never forget my rules for you. And things aren’t always even in this relationship.” He tucked the bottom of her dress up so her ass was on display.
Now he could fully see her ass.
“Spread your legs wider and bend over.”
Dear Lord. She whimpered.
“I’ll answer your questions once you do as you’re told.”
Shoot. She couldn’t resist that dangling carrot.
Faith shuffled back slightly and bent over with her hands still against the window.
“Right over,” he commanded. “So your hands are on the floor.”
Holy moly.
She bent herself in half, her face growing red.
She was certain he could see everything.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful. You’ve got the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen.” Grabbing hold of her cheeks, he parted them.
Oh God.
“Reuben,” she said in a high-pitched voice. Why was he staring at her asshole?
“In answer to your question, I definitely like ‘butt stuff’.” There was a hint of amusement in his voice before he leaned in to kiss each cheek.
Then he let go of her bottom and ran a finger along her wet slit.
“So fucking wet. Is all this for me, baby?”
Who the heck else would it be for?
Slap!
His hand landed on her bare ass. Hard.
“Ouch! What was that for?”
“Your sassy mouth.”
Her sassy mouth? What was he talking about?
Oh no. Oh no.
Had she said that out loud earlier?
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean it!”
“Hey,” he said soothingly as he rubbed his hand over her ass. “It’s not a big deal, baby. You know I don’t mind some sass. Although sometimes your sassiness will end up with you getting a hot ass. Now, as all of this is for me, that means this pussy is mine to do whatever I want with it.”
Well, of course it is.
Slap!
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me!” she cried. “It must have been the wine. I’m drunk!”
That had to be it.
“Baby, you had three sips.”
“I did not! It was way more . . . you noticed how much I drank?”
“I notice everything about you. How could I not?”
“You know, sometimes you can be a real jerk, but then you go and say something sweet and I forget all about the jerk stuff.”
“Not sure that’s a compliment.” He pressed two fingers deep inside her and she moaned. “Or that your judgment is that great since I’m not sweet. But since I have my fingers in your tight, hot pussy I’m not arguing.”