Chapter 6
Emilia
Sleep? Is Haden insane? How could I possibly sleep after that little trip to his RV?
I’m still shaking like a leaf an hour after I’ve left him, pacing my bedroom. My thoughts are all over the place.
Yes, he’s far more intense than I expected or knew. He’s a Dominant in every sense of the word. He made that abundantly clear. I heard him. That didn’t stop me from testing him. Pushing.
I want to know more. I want to know everything.
He thinks he chased me away by spanking me and filling my head with talk of rules and demands. He did not. I’m not going anywhere. My curiosity is piqued.
I want more.
My ass is on fire, and I need to pee, so I finally enter my attached bath, strip out of my dress, and use the toilet. After washing my hands and brushing my teeth, I turn to look at my butt in the full-length mirror behind the door.
It’s bright red. My skin burns. The ache is so good, though.
I didn’t have any idea what to expect when he told me to bend over the bed. He meant to scare me off. That much was obvious. He thought if he showed me a darker side of himself, I would run from the RV and never glance at him again.
He’s wrong.
Something happened to me while he was spanking me. At first, I was stunned, but then I settled into a weird space, like I was out of my body. Floating. Watching. I wasn’t ready for him to stop when he did.
And my pussy was throbbing, desperate for attention. I thought I might come when he touched me. I was so close. And then the bossy Dom ordered me not to masturbate when I got back to my room.
For a few minutes, I fully intended to disobey him. I doubt I would have needed my vibrator to come. I could have done it with my fingers alone in seconds, and I’ve never once managed to get myself off without batteries.
His demanding voice on repeat in my head stopped me from defying his order. I’m not sure why the hell I would follow this absurd command, except that I’m confident he would somehow know if I came without permission. Lord only knows what the punishment for that would be.
I’m half tempted to fuck myself with my fingers just to find out. That’s how messed up my brain is right now.
When I come out of the bathroom, I turn off the lights and pace toward the window. My room faces the back of the property, so I can see the RV below. The light is still on. I wonder if Haden knows which room is mine.
Of course he does. The man spent most of today inspecting as much of this mansion as he could. He knows exactly which room is mine.
I’m naked, and I don’t give a fuck. Without any lights on, I don’t think he or anyone else could see me in this window. It’s bold for me to stand here, though. I’ve lost my marbles. I would never normally do something like this.
I would never do any of the things I’ve done in the past few hours. I can’t even believe I had the guts to go and knock on his door in the first place.
He wants to control me. All of me. Every aspect of my life. I don’t think he was exaggerating. I wonder how many relationships he’s had where the woman let him boss her around so thoroughly. It seems like it would be hard to find such a deeply submissive person.
I wander away from the window finally and climb into bed, wincing as I ease onto my back and pull the covers up. There’s no way I’m going to fall asleep. I stare at the ceiling, my mind elsewhere.
My brothers are bossy. I’ve always known this. They have dominant characteristics, and that’s painfully obvious now that I’m living in such close proximity to them and their wives.
Apparently, my cousins are the same. Growing up, I didn’t know Ryder and Tiago well enough to speculate on their personalities, but I know them now.
This is the bossiest house on the planet, but everyone is so happy. I’ve been jealous for weeks. I want what they have, but is that what Haden wants? According to him, he’s far more dominant than anyone else in the mansion.
How is that possible?
I know it is, though. He spelled it out for me. He even ordered me not to wear a bikini or lie in the sun, and he has no say over my life yet.
Yet.
I need more information. Spanking me has not pushed me away like he hoped. I’m more curious than ever. I thought he was sexy before today. Now his sex appeal has doubled.
I didn’t know I was submissive. I’ve never thought about it. But I guess I do get squirmy when I read books with dominant heroes. The bossier the better.
When I close my eyes, I think back to Haden ordering me not to climb those ladders in the library. He put his foot down like he had any power over me long before I approached him this evening. If I’m being honest, that was probably the moment I became even more interested in him.
He’s older. I fucking love that. He made fun of any guys I might have dated before I got here, insinuating they wouldn’t know a clit if it bit them. He’s probably right, but I wouldn’t know because I’ve never let anyone touch me.
Haden is the first man to stroke my pussy, and he left me lacking. He’s the first man I’ve ever wanted to touch me. The few guys I dated in high school and college never made me feel even half of what I feel when Haden is in the same room as me.
And my attraction for him has quadrupled in the past few hours.
I’m not sorry I confronted him and demanded that he spank me. I’m also not going to run. I don’t think he actually wants me to. He was testing me. Making it clear what he expects from a woman so that I have all the information I need to make an informed decision.
He’s hot for me. I know he is. That’s why he won’t toy with me. There won’t be a one-night stand with Haden. He’s an all-or-nothing kind of man. Take it or leave it.
He thinks I’m not ready for him. Those were his words. They imply that maybe I could be ready in the future, which means he thinks I have a submissive inside me, but that I’m not old enough, mature enough, or experienced enough to be certain.
Haden is wrong. I’m not going to back off. I’m going to pursue him until he gives me a chance. He says I’m feisty, and he’s not wrong. This is a challenge I won’t back down from.