onal shopper at Neiman’s,” he says, spookily
answering my unspoken question.
“Oh.”
“I’m quite distracted.”
“I can see that. What do you want, Christian?” I give
him my no-nonsense stare.
He retaliates with his crooked smile and pulls the silver
ball egg-things from his pocket, stopping me in my tracks.
Holy shit! He wants to spank me? Now? Why?
“It’s not what you think,” he says quickly.
“Enlighten me,” I whisper.
“I thought you could wear these tonight.”
And the implications of that sentence hang between us
as the idea sinks in.
“To this event?” I’m shocked.
He nods slowly, his eyes darkening.
Oh my.
Oh my.
“Will you spank me later?”
“No.”
For a moment, I feel a tiny fleeting stab of
disappointment.
He chuckles. “You want me to?”
I swallow. I just don’t know.
“Well, rest assured I am not going to touch you like
that, not even if you beg me.”
Oh! This is news.
“Do you want to play this game?” he continues, holding
up the balls. “You can always take them out if it’s too
much.”
I gaze at him. He looks so wickedly tempting—
unkempt, recently fucked hair, dark eyes dancing with
erotic thoughts, that beautiful sculptured mouth, lips raised
in a sexy, amused smile.
“Okay,” I acquiesce softly. Hell, yes! My inner
goddess has found her voice and is shouting from the
rooftops.
“Good girl,” Christian grins. “Come here, and I’ll put
them in, once you’ve put your shoes on.”
My shoes? I turn and glance at the dove gray suede
stilettos that match the dress I’ve chosen to wear.
Humor him! my inner goddess barks at me.
He holds out his hand to support me while I step into
the Christian Louboutin shoes, a steal at three-thousand
two hundred ninety-five dollars. I must be at least five
inches taller now.
He leads me to the bedside and doesn’t sit, but walks
over to the only chair in the room. Picking it up, he carries
it over and places it in front of me.
“When I nod, you bend down and hold on to the chair.
Understand?” His voice is husky.
“Yes.”
“Good. Now open your mouth,” he order
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