CHAPTER THIRTEEN
637 Words
RINA'S POV
"Take every single f**king thing off your body."
His voice was calm. That was what made it scary. Not loud. Not aggressive. Just calm in a way that settled over the room like a warning.
I was shocked. Devastated even. Those words came out of his mouth like it was nothing and I sat there not knowing what was about to happen next.
He walked to the leather chair and dropped into it slowly. Legs spread open. One arm resting on the side. Completely unbothered.
Lisa took a few steps toward him.
"Stop." His voice cut through the room again. "Take every f**king thing off your body before you come here."
She paused.
Then she smirked.
"Still a control freak huh?" She tilted her head. "I don't mind though. Anything for that d**k of yours."
At that moment I stopped existing.
Neither of them looked my way. Neither of them spoke to me. I was sitting right there on that bed and I was invisible. Less than invisible. I was nothing in that room and they made sure I felt it.
I was still waiting for my punishment. Still trying to figure out how watching her strip was supposed to hurt me.
But that was the thing about this man. I could never guess what he had planned. I could never get ahead of him and that uncertainty alone kept me frozen in place.
Lisa reached behind her with one hand and found the zipper. The other hand held the dress in place. She pulled it down slowly. Then she slipped the dress off her shoulders and let it fall to her feet.
Underneath she wore red lace. The bra was a delicate red lace with tiny fabric flowers sewn along the cups, thin straps sitting on her shoulders, her chest pushed up perfectly.
The thong matched. Same red lace. Same small flowers along the sides. It sat low on her hips and clung to her figure like it had been made specifically for her body.
Her eyes stayed on him the whole time she undressed. Big brown eyes gone soft and heavy. Seductive without trying too hard.
She stepped out of the dress slowly.
Her skin caught the light and held it.
She was perfect. The kind of perfect that made me feel small just being in the same room.
He looked at her from head to toe. Then he pointed at the floor directly in front of him without a word.
She smiled and walked over.
She stopped when she was close enough. Then she put both knees on either side of him and lowered herself down slowly.
Her hands went to his chest. She brought her lips to his ear.
"You know I don't do well with instructions." Her voice dropped low. Then she ran her tongue slowly along his neck.
He moved fast.
His hand went to her throat and closed around it. Not gentle. Not hesitant. Just firm and immediate like he had done it a hundred times before.
He stared straight into her eyes.
"Know your fking place." His voice dropped low. Dangerous in that quiet way that hit harder than shouting. "If you want me to fk you like the little w***e you are ,you keep your hands to yourself and you behave."
She didn't flinch.
Not even a little.
"You know I'm a f**king w***e for you Daddy." She smirked again.
What was it about this woman and smirking?
His grip tightened around her throat. I heard the sound leave her... not quite a choke, not quite a cough. Somewhere in between. Her hand came up and wrapped around his wrist.
And her smirk grew into a full smile.
A full smile.
While his hand was around her throat.
What the f**k was wrong with these people?
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