Breaking the First Rule
930 Words
The morning light slipped through the curtains like a thief, golden and warm, but Daisy felt anything but safe.
Her body still remembered last night..Xander’s kiss, his touch, the torment of being left wanting. Every nerve hummed with unfinished desire. She thought sleep would dull it, but it only sharpened in the silence of his penthouse, a reminder that she had signed away her freedom to a man who knew exactly how to unravel her.
She padded quietly into the kitchen, still dressed in the silk slip he had given her. The marble counters gleamed, untouched, while the city sprawled endlessly beyond the glass walls. She had never been in a space so cold and beautiful and so utterly his.
Her hand hovered over the coffee machine when his voice slid through the silence.
“You disobeyed me.”
Daisy spun, startled. Xander leaned against the doorframe, shirt unbuttoned at the collar, dark eyes locked on her. He hadn’t shaved; a shadow traced his sharp jaw, making him look even more dangerous, more untouchable.
“I—I just wanted coffee,” she stammered.
His brows lifted, slow and deliberate. “And what did I tell you last night?”
Her throat tightened. Go to bed, Daisy. Dream of me.
“You told me to go to bed,” she admitted softly.
“And yet here you are.” His voice was low, almost amused, but the intensity in his gaze left no doubt this was punishment waiting to happen.
She swallowed. “It’s just coffee.”
“No.” He pushed off the frame, crossing the distance between them like a predator closing in. “It’s defiance. And in my house, defiance has consequences.”
Her pulse raced as he stopped inches from her, the heat of his body pressing against the cool marble at her back. His hand braced beside her, caging her in.
“You want rules, Daisy?” he asked, his tone velvet and steel. “Here’s the first one: you don’t move, you don’t speak, unless I allow it.”
Her breath caught. Every instinct screamed at her to protest, to push back. But his presence was overwhelming, his command too intoxicating. Slowly, she nodded.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his lips grazing her ear. “Now I’ll teach you what happens when you forget.”
His hand slid down her arm, tracing the trembling line of her skin, before gripping her wrist and pinning it lightly against the counter. Not painful just firm enough to remind her she had no control here.
Xander’s mouth brushed her throat, hot and unrelenting, his tongue tracing fire along her pulse. She gasped, the sound spilling from her lips before she could stop it.
“Shh,” he whispered against her skin. “You don’t get to make the rules here. I do.”
The torment was exquisite.
He didn’t strip her, didn’t take her completely. Instead, he kissed her like punishment. Slow, consuming, his mouth claiming every corner of hers until she was dizzy. His hand slid into her hair, tugging gently, forcing her to meet the hunger in his kiss.
Her body arched instinctively against him, but he only smirked, breaking the kiss to press his mouth along her jaw, down to the hollow of her throat. Each touch was deliberate, designed to push her closer to the edge without letting her fall.
“Do you feel that?” he murmured, his hand resting just above her hip, too close, not close enough. “That ache in your body? That’s mine. I own your need. And I decide when you’re allowed relief.”
Her breath came in short, desperate bursts. “Please…” she whispered before she could stop herself.
His eyes lit with dangerous satisfaction. “You’re already begging. And we’re only at the beginning.”
His lips trailed lower, grazing the edge of the silk strap at her shoulder. He bit lightly, then soothed the mark with a flick of his tongue, sending shocks through her body. His hand tightened in her hair as he pulled back just enough to study her face.
“You’ll learn, Daisy,” he said softly, almost tenderly. “Obedience can be just as intoxicating as pleasure. Sometimes more.”
Her knees weakened, her body trembling between frustration and need. She wanted to scream, to demand more, but one part of her that was already bending to his will kept her silent.
Xander pressed one last kiss to her collarbone, slow and claiming, before stepping back. The loss of his touch was brutal, leaving her skin burning where his hands had been.
“That was your first lesson,” he said, straightening his cuffs as though nothing had happened. “Break a rule, and I’ll give you just enough to remind you who you belong to. But never enough to satisfy.”
Her lips parted, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.
“You’re cruel,” she whispered.
His smile was sharp, devastating. “Cruel?” He shook his head. “No, Daisy. I’m patient. And when you finally earn it, you’ll know exactly why I made you wait.”
She stood frozen as he walked away, leaving her trembling against the counter. The taste of his kiss still lingered, the heat of his touch branded into her skin.
And though she hated him for denying her again, a dangerous truth twisted in her chest.
The waiting, the ache, the power he held over her it was starting to feel less like punishment and more like desire.
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