Arrogant Master (Arrogant #2)(6)

Her silence concerns me.

"I haven't got all day, Bellamy." I tug my sleeve up and check the time once more. This woman has wasted a half hour of my morning, and I still haven't prepped for my nine o'clock conference call with New York. "Fine. I can ask questions. I'll extract this information from you the best way I know how."

Bellamy's hand drags down her pencil skirt and then hooks on her crossed knee. "I am a liar. I lied to you. There's no other way to put it. I'm sorry for wasting your time."

Her mouth parts once more, as if she's going to speak, but she hesitates. Instead, she rises, gathering her things and turning to leave. Before I realize what I'm doing, I've met her at the door, slamming my open palm against it before she has a chance to escape.

And that's what it is really.

She's escaping.

Escaping her consequences.

"You can't just offer a quick apology and dash out the door, Bellamy."

I startle her, forcing her to take a step back as she clutches her bag across her chest. I fully expect to find fear in her angelic face. Instead, the slight flare of her nostrils and her refusal to look me in the eye suggest she's packed full of an impressive amount of ire.

"What are you doing?" Her eyes give in, daring to meet mine.

She doesn't fight or struggle. She doesn't try to pull away from me, grab the door handle, or run down the hall like she's just escaped a serial killer.

Instead, she stills in a solemn silence.

"You've been taught to obey, haven't you?" I ask. "Or is it a natural obedience?"

Standing this close, I see how clear her eyes are. They're colorless yet bright, crystalline with a touch of sky blue.

"I'm a firm believer in the fact that everything happens for a reason, Bellamy. It's not often that I dole out second chances. In fact, it's quite rare. But I'm willing to give you one more chance because for some reason, I find you completely infuriating and fascinating and a dynamic like that could make for a satisfying partnership. Have you any interest in becoming my sexual submissive?"

She swallows audibly yet holds her head high like she's still deciding if I terrify her or turn her on. I don't want her to be afraid of me. I don't get off on the fear. I want her respect. I want her submission. I want her to give herself, all of herself, to me.

"I need a job." Her admission comes via gritted teeth and a set jaw.

"Do you understand what you're agreeing to, Bellamy? You're not going to be some secretary. You won't be filing paperwork or returning phone calls." My hand meets her jaw, running the pads of my fingers along her baby soft skin. "Your official title will be concierge, but your primary duties will be sexual in nature. For all intents and purposes, you'll be a hybrid employee."

"Hybrid?"

"I'll use you professionally … and personally." My stance widens, as my hand drops down her goose-bumped skin. "And my offer still stands. Twenty grand per month because this position can be intense, demanding."




       
         
       
        
Her gaze drops to my feet, and she wears the expression of a woman contemplating the selling price of her soul.

"I'm going to push your limits, Bellamy. I might make you uncomfortable, or I might give you more pleasure than you've ever known. That part is up to you." I reach for her chin, tilting her face up until our eyes meet again. "I'm a complicated man who prefers all other facets of his life to be … uncomplicated. This is my release. You will be my release."

She pulls in a slow drag of a breath.

"Are you a virgin, Bellamy?"

"That's a personal question." Her response comes without pause.

"It's a relevant question, and your job offer is contingent upon the answer."

"No."

"No, what?"

Her arms cross tight along her chest. "No, I'm not a virgin."

"Well, then, I think you'll do just fine here. After all, it's just sex."

Her face tilts slightly, just enough that the sun peeking in from the clouds outside my window illuminate the delicate angles of her face. Goddamn, she's beautiful. Obstinate as hell but exquisite in every other way.

I envy the man who enjoyed her first.

"Fine," she says. "I'll accept the position."

A slow, half-smile claims my lips. Getting what I want never gets old.

"Would you like a preview?" I propose. "A sample, if you will?"

Her eyes close softly, and she nods. I take her hand, squeezing it securely as it trembles in my palm. I lead her to a closet in the back of my office, pulling the door open to reveal a set of fur-lined cuffs attached to the back of the door. With one hand gripping her wrist, I lift her arm up to the restraint and secure it. As soon as her second hand is restrained, I back away and admire my work.

"How does it feel, Angel?" That's going to be her nickname. It suits her well. A girl with the face of a saint but the body of a sinner should wear no other name.

Her chest heaves as she swallows deep breaths, one after another. "Different."

I step closer, our eyes locked tight as I breathe in her clean scent. My hand finds the band of her waist-cinching pencil skirt, and I tug her shirt out in one quick pull. With my fingers working the buttons with slow intention, I lean in and graze my mouth just above hers, not gifting her with a real kiss just yet.

Her eyes wince and then relax before closing completely. She breathes me in, exchanging the air between us along with our power.

Before she has a chance to anticipate my next move, I press my mouth into the flesh of her neck, tasting her sweetness and working my way down to the spot just below her collarbone. Her flesh slips between my teeth as I suck and bite, my cock throbbing each time she squirms against the back of the door. 

If this gets her going, she hasn't seen anything yet.

Without warning, I step away, and her eyes flash with a wild intensity.

"Why'd you stop?" she breaths.

"I told you. It was a sample."

"So you just like to tie women up and kiss and touch them?"

My face cocks as I rake my hand along my jaw. "I'm not a pervert, Bellamy. When you put it that way … you make it sound … "

"What's in this for you?"

"Do you really need to understand what I get out of this?"

"Untie me."

I shoot her a scolding glance. "You should address me as Master, and you should ask me politely."

Her lips wiggle and dance. Perhaps it's her nerves, but this isn't the time or the place for humor.

"It's not funny, Bellamy. This isn't meant to be cute. If you're not capable of taking this seriously, then clearly you're not what I need."

"Please untie me, Master."

My cock pulses. I lunge for her restraints and slip them off her wrists before shutting the closet door and turning to face her. "You'll work Monday thorough Friday, my schedule, and you'll need to be available during nights and weekends, whatever suits my whims and urges."

"Nights and weekends?"

"Is that going to be a problem?"

She glances out the window behind me, deep in thought for a moment. "I'll figure out a way to make it work."

"You're unmarried, correct? No children?"

"Right. None of … that."

She speaks as if those things repulse her, which is perfect. I'm not marriage material, and I am certainly not a family man. The last thing I need is a woman believing for two seconds that she can mold me into what she wants, that she'll be the one to change me.

That's not how I work.

"Excellent." My phone rings, likely my nine A.M. conference call with my half-brother, Beckham. "We'll hammer out the rest of the details later. For now, you'll need to head down to Laurie in H.R. to complete your hiring packet."

"Will I have an office? Or will I just be in here, with you?" Her naivety is almost endearing.

"Your office will be right next door. Now, if you'll excuse me." I grab the receiver off my desk and take a seat, watching the way her hips sway as she walks out the door. I'd give anything to hang up this phone and grab a handful of her curved ass in my hand.

As of now, that ass is officially mine, and I'm counting down the days before it's stinging warm and she's wriggling in my lap against the crack of the paddle.

After all, I still need to punish her for lying.





FOUR





BELLAMY



Questions swarm my mind, mixing together in a slurry of confusion and excitement.

What just happened in there?

And what did I just agree to?

And what kind of company has these types of jobs?

Is it legal?

On what planet is any of this normal?

And why do I not feel as if I've just been sexually assaulted?

At least I'll be paid well. Twenty-thousand dollars a month well.

I tuck my shirt back into my skirt and smooth my hands along the buttons until I no longer look like I'd been hot and bothered two minutes ago.

I'm blushing. My cheeks fill with red that radiates straight down to my core. When Dane almost kissed me, I thought I was going to lose it. It's a miracle I stayed as composed as I did because all I could think about was the way he would feel inside me.