SylviesGift.PDF by Ing

Author:Ing [Ing]
Format: epub
Published: 2010-02-13T06:57:42+00:00

CHAPTER 9

Sylvie paced her living room. She’d been home for five days and was going crazy just waiting around. Her doctor had made her promise not to overdo things and stay away from work at least a week. Well, the week was coming to an end, and she couldn’t wait. She felt fine, but no one believed her.

Daimaen treated her like a piece of delicate porcelain. He’d made her promise not to leave the apartment unless someone was with her. Grudgingly, she’d finally given him the promise. She was wound way too tight, and she knew it. She was ready to explode. The week at home hadn’t been a total loss as she’d become better acquainted with Daimaen and what he would want from her. He’d given her a list, a kind of questionnaire, for her to answer. She’d been embarrassed by some of the questions, but had answered them as honestly as she could. They’d openly talked about her answers, some of her hesitations, and his expectations. She still had doubts about the 73

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relationship, but the more time she spent with him, the more she was drawn to him.

He seemed worried about her this week and refused to rise to her baiting him, and her tongue had been sharp, she knew. She had a feeling she would be paying for that soon. But she couldn’t seem to stop. She was frustrated and scared, and angry. It wasn’t in her nature to wait for things to happen. The police had questioned her, but they hadn’t turned up anything new. In her opinion, it could have been some fluke. Why would someone want to poison her? Maybe she’d laid her coffee cup down when she was in the photo lab and something had spilled without her noticing it? She couldn’t believe someone had done it intentionally. The doorbell rang, and she whirled about to answer it. Flinging the door open, she settled both hands on her hips as she greeted Daimaen.

“Finally! I’ve been wearing a path in the carpet.” She did an aboutface and stomped back into the living room. She wore a dress that swirled about her thighs, her one gesture of obedience to Daimaen. But in defiance she wore her bra and panties, both items he had forbidden her to wear at home.

She heard the door shut behind her, and then suddenly she was grabbed from behind. She turned and looked up into his black, hard look, and shivered.

“That’s enough,” he bit out, dragging her toward a side chair.

“What are you doing?” She struggled against his hold.

“I’ve taken all the defiance I intend to put up with this week. It’s time you learned who is the Dominant and who is the submissive.” He stood her before him and sat down.

She was about to take a step away from him. “Stop right there. Don’t move.” She was halted by the iron in his voice. His eyes studied her, his mouth was set. “Now, remove the dress.”

Wanting to defy him, she hesitated for a fraction of a second.

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