Page 33 of Don't Hate Me

My heart hammers in my chest. “How do I know you’re not going to make good on your threat to lock me to your bed permanently?”

He tilts his head, and I see the ideas running wild. Fuck. Then his damn sexy lips twist up at the sides. “You don’t, that’s the fun of it.”

My glare intensifies, and he chuckles lightheartedly, already having way too much fun at my expense. It’s not that I don’t trust him to pleasure me, I do. Over the last few days, he has more than shown me what an attentive lover he can be, but he also has this fucked-up side that I know is always lurking just below the surface. What if I do something to trigger him?

He moves around behind me, his hands lingering on my skin, running down over my bare stomach and up and over my tits. I suck in a breath, his ever-so-light touch causing a frenzy within me. “Cynthia would already be on her knees begging for Rhett and Dominic to take control of her body any way they want. Why do you still fight me, treasure?”

“Have you been reading my book again?” I huff as he moves back around to face me eye to eye, stroking that damn tie through his fingers.

“Turn around, treasure, let me play with you.” His words make my pussy clench.

Fuck. I swallow the lump in my throat and reluctantly turn around for him. I feel his warm body pressing closer into mine as he places the tie over my eyes, blindfolding me.

His hand runs down the front of my body over my tits, then my stomach, his touch light. He settles between my legs, cuppingmy pussy in a way that makes my breath hitch. “If I take away your sight, all of your other senses will compensate, making this experience unlike anything you have ever had.” His warm breath dusts over my neck. “I want you on all fours on our bed.”

“What are you going to do to me?” I ask, my voice shakier than I want it to be.

His lips are on my earlobe. “Fuck you so good you will never want to leave me.” His dirty words send a shiver right down to my pussy. He slips a finger inside my panties, his fingers exploring through my folds. Then he pushes two of them deep inside of me, and I moan out loud.

“Fuck, Orlando.”

“Feels so good, doesn’t it, treasure. Better start following my instructions. Every minute you hesitate to trust me is another lashing of my belt.” His fingers slip out of me.

I look over my shoulder toward him even though I can’t see a thing. “That’s not fair. I didn’t know that was your rule,” I complain.

“My only rule this afternoon is to trust me. So far, you’re not doing very well.” I feel his fingers press into my mouth. “Suck,” he instructs.

I do as he asks and suck my juices from his fingers, a fresh wave of desire pooling deep within me. This man does things to me he shouldn’t. But something depraved inside of me wants more, wants to see how far he’s going to take me.

“See, your body trusts me. You’re so fucking wet for me already, Sloane.” He presses kisses down my bare shoulder and up the side of my neck, his intoxicating scent all around me.

“Hmm,” I moan around his fingers, slipping under his damn spell more and more with every dirty word and every press of his lips on my skin. My body is sitting up and paying attention; she’s needy as fuck and wants it all when it comes to him. Even if my head is still questioning my choices.

“Are you ready to play?” He takes my hand in his, and I know he’s waiting for the okay.

I nod tentatively, knowing this is probably a terrible idea.

“I want to hear you say it.” His voice vibrates over my skin as he sinks his teeth into my earlobe.

I suck in a deep breath, trying to get my horny little body under control. “I trust you to take care of my body,” I murmur, the words coming from my mouth not even sounding like me. Who the fuck am I when I’m with him, a needy little slut who just wants him to pleasure me? I chastise myself, even though I know it’s going to make no difference.

He places another kiss just below my ear. “Good girl. That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

Under the silk tie I roll my eyes, knowing he can’t see me. But fuck yes, this is difficult. Not being able to see is already triggering me, and who knows what else he’s going to do with so much control. “It wasn’t fucking easy,” I sass, just to keep him on his toes.

He lets out a low deliberate chuckle. “It’ll get easier, treasure, I promise.” With one hand tangled in mine and the other to my waist, he helps me move across the room with him, positioning me exactly where he wants me, on his bed on all fours with my ass facing him. Not been able to see him, I feel even more exposed, even with my panties and bra still on.

His hand runs down the length of my spine then up and over my ass, and he cups each cheek. “Do you trust me to pleasure you, Sloane?”

“Yes,” I hiss.

“Good girl.” Then his hands are gone, and I hear the buckle of his belt as it moves beside me. The leather of the belt runs the same line his hand did, down my back then across my ass. “Spread your legs wider,” he demands.

And fuck, I just do what he says. I’m so on edge already not knowing what’s going on.

The belt trails down between my legs stroking over my sensitive spot, then it’s gone. “You kept me waiting for four minutes, you know what that means, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I whisper. Four fucking lashes of his belt.