But then he stopped, dropping me down to sprawl on my back on the chaise, tits out from where he pulled my bra up to get at them.

I watched as he stalked over to the door, sharply pulled it closed, and then the snick of a lock being secured. We were alone behind the door. Locked in a room together, private and alone. We both knew what it meant. Each of us had our defined roles now. If I did this with him, then I was cementing the agreement we’d made earlier. To be his submissive. I didn’t stand a chance of resisting him the second he turned back toward me and I saw him. His tall and muscled physique, combined with that cut jawline of his, and the dark hair I was obsessed with, all made Ivan Everley into the gorgeous lordly specimen that he was. And right now, for our immediate future in this room together, he would be my lord.

He stared me down, his dark hair falling forward from the sharp turn of his head. Combined with the flash of primal green eyes intent upon a sexual conquering made him look even more dangerous than I’d first imagined. Dangerous and dominant as he stalked back over to me, a little gleam of amusement on his lips right before pouncing on me again.

He knelt down and started in undoing the laces of my boots. It took about three seconds for him to get one off and then the other, socks instantly following. “This will be a fast and dirty fuck, kitten, as we don’t have a lot of time. I’m assuming you don’t mind since you were the one to ask for it. Am I right?”

“Yes, my lord.” Oh, I asked for it all right.

Ivan was now peeling my jeans down my legs and taking my underwear along with them. “Good little kitten, answering in the correct form. You should get a nice reward for that, I think.” As my jeans left me completely and dropped to the floor, I was naked from the waist down, shivering from the way he stared at my body, but also in anticipation of whatever my “reward” might be. “As long as you’re quiet.” In far less time than he’d done my jeans, he tugged off my shirt, unhooked my bra, and flung both away. “There’s to be no screaming, no loud crying, or making a fuss. No matter what I do. You have to be as quiet as a little mouse, even—when—you—come.” He took ahold of my chin in one hand and roughly pulled me close, his lips hovering just above mine. “Do you understand the rules?”

“Yes, my lord,” I whispered, hoping I’d be able to comply, but also wickedly curious about what he’d do to me if I didn’t. The way he was glaring down at me, so aristocratic and imposing, and still fully clothed in contrast to my bare nakedness, had amped me into a state of arousal so intense, I could barely think.