Coveted by Christina Quinn

Author:Christina Quinn [Quinn, Christina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-01-29T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

The word hesitation no longer existed in my vocabulary as I stripped inside the room. Instead, all I found myself capable of experiencing in that moment was eagerness and impatience. I knelt on the small black leather ottoman trembling with anticipation, carefully listening for any sound that would show he was near. I faced the room, gazing out over every crop, paddle, and flogger on display. Elaborate fantasies played out in my head as I waited. In the brief quiet my desire never lessened but instead flared with previously uncontemplated possibilities.

I jumped as hands closed over my shoulders, with a gasp I looked behind me. I found Cillian dressed like he was before in that pair of jeans so worn they looked like they’d be soft to the touch. A certain darkness lurked in those amazing blue eyes as he stared down at me. The predatory nature of his gaze gave me pause.

What if he hurts me?

“This is about trust,” he cooed, caressing my arms.

“Gotcha, kind of like a kinky sex trust-fall?” I smirked, and he snickered.

“Mhm, something like that.” He threaded his fingers back through my hair before braiding my long bottle blonde locks. Upon finishing, he brushed his fingertips against my hips. “Are you ready to jump?”

“What are you going to do to me?” I glanced over my shoulder, and he quickly redirected my attention forward by stroking his thumb along my jaw.

“You knew the rules about this room when you entered it. That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

“Is it going to hurt?” I swallowed. And he leaned forward and kissed my cheek.

“Do you trust me?”

I nodded, and my lack of language won me a hard swat on the bottom. The truth was I already placed my life in his hands.

“Y-yes,” I responded as he rubbed my bottom.

“Good girl.” He stepped away from me to a collection of drawers that were on the wall. After opening one, he took out a leather collar and lead. Without saying anything more, he fastened the collar around my neck and clipped the lead into place. Tugging on the chain he pulled me to him, I expected his lips to brush mine, rather than the rough nips and nibbles I received. “Come,” he clipped out as he parted from me and walked me to the bed. “Have you ever done anything like this before?”

I shook my head but remembering the swat from earlier quickly followed it with a short, “No.”

There was something about having that leather at my throat that made me want to not only submit to him completely, but to be his. I wanted him to want to keep me. The thought startled me enough to take a step away from him, my back hitting the bed-post. It was only the briefest of moments.

“Tonight, I’ll teach you how to walk before making you run. Stay there.”

“Yes… shouldn’t I call you something? Isn’t that part of this whole… thing?”

He didn’t respond at first and instead went through one of the drawers producing four black leather cuffs with shiny metal clips.

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