“Don’t ask me questions that you are not ready to hear the answer to, Little Red,” he states gruffly, leaving no room for me to counteract. He doesn’t like to be questioned, yet I see his nostrils flair and his jaw clench, but not in anger. There is no doubt that he likes to be in control and as someone who had to manage a lot of things since I was younger, letting go and having someone in charge is somewhat of a relief for me. I no longer want to make decisions, be the responsible one, or the one in charge. For years, I have been the nurse, the breadwinner, the confidant, the worker. Now I have a chance to rest, not have to make decisions, take each day as it comes. It is invigorating.

“I like you watching me,” I whisper, looking right at him, not sure if I should be saying the words out loud. My heart is beating out of my chest, as I see him take a breath of air, filling his lungs as his eyes continue to devour me before they meet my own. The tension in the room has skyrocketed; it is near stifling as my body warms underneath his gaze.

He rests his head in his hand as his fingers brush back and forth along his chin, assessing me.

“I am a dangerous man, Little Red…” he replies in warning, and I catch him off guard with a small smile.

“I’m not afraid of you, Dante,” I say in another small whisper, my eyes getting heavier. It is a true statement; I am not afraid. He has done nothing to me to cause me to be frightened. The complete opposite, in fact.

He remains silent for a while, watching me as my body becomes tired enough to close my eyes. It isn’t until I am almost asleep that I hear him murmur.

“You should be.”

11

Dante

I watch her eyes close and her face soften as sleep takes her under. I inhale a deep breath and relax my body into my chair, which now fits snugly into the mold I have created in the soft leather. Being in this position every day for the past week or so will do that. I hear her small tufts of breath as they escape from her soft pink lips, and I move in my seat and adjust my pants because what I really want is to have them wrapped around my cock. I have never yearned for a woman's touch so much before as I do for Little Red’s, and I bet she would look fucking delectable on her knees.