Mr. Collins captured her lips and swallowed her fears. Pulling her up off the desk, he gripped her neck with one hand while ravaging her mouth. “That cannot happen because you belong to me, Natasha.”
“Sir. . .” She bit his bottom lip and groaned.
“You may not understand what it means when I say this but you will.” Mr. Collins kissed her one more time, pulling away slowly as if he wanted to continue kissing her for the rest of the night. “Hush and take off your clothes for me. Let me see what’s mine.”
She flushed, hands shaking and mind adrift in a sea of lust. She unbuttoned her jacket, fully aware of his penetrating ebony stare. Keeping her eyes downcast, Natasha removed the black jacket and laid it down on an empty chair. Heart thumping, throat dry, her body trembled with contradictory impulses.
I do want to do this so why am I so nervous?
“Keep going, pet.”
His purr provided the right kind of encouragement. Natasha slipped off her pretty plum chemise before unzipping and shimmying out of the matching pencil skirt. Carefully folding her clothes in a neat pile, she placed them with the jacket before turning back to face him.
“Very, very nice.” Mr. Collins swished his finger. Natasha obliged by turning about in a circle. “I knew you would be lovely but this is beyond my imagination. I’m glad in your choice of underclothing. I don’t know what I like better—your corset or your knickers. They both make me hard.”#p#分页标题#e#
“Thank you, Sir.” Natasha did her best to stand still and not give into the need to bounce from foot to foot.
“Why do you wear a corset? You already have such a small waist.”
Natasha hemmed. Although her reasons made perfect sense to her they did seem odd to admit. “Mad Men.”
“The show?” Mr. Collins raised a brow in surprise.
“Yes. I wanted to bring a little bit of that time back. The fashions but not the inequality. . .” Her voice died as she considered the present circumstances she agreed to be a part of.
“I see.” Mr. Collins smirked, as if recognizing Natasha’s crossroads between lofty ideals and untidy reality. “Do you remember what else I wanted from you tonight?”
His gentle prodding made her twitch with liquid desire. She wanted so badly to please him, to make Mr. Collins never regret making her his. “Yes, Sir.” Without waiting for further instruction, Natasha walked past him to bend over his desk.
“Good girl.”
She heard him approach her. His warm fingers crossed her wrists at the small of her back. Natasha docilely allowed him to secure her with what felt like his tie.
“Do you want to know why I am tying you up, Natasha?”
Excitement tickled her nerve endings. Warmth spread from between her thighs. “Yes, Sir.”
“I elevated you from prey to pet. As my prey I just needed to run you down and do what I wanted with you.” Natasha’s sharp inhale caused him to whisper in her ear. “You like that. Don’t worry—you’ll get a chance to stretch your legs. I won’t always want to be so nice to you.”
“Sir, you’re embarrassing me.”
“Whining is unbecoming of my pet.” Mr. Collins bit the nape of her neck. He regarded Natasha’s violent shudder with supreme satisfaction. “And pet is what you are tonight, Natasha, so I have to tie up my precious pet or she might think to run away from me because she gets scared.”
“No, Sir.” Caught up in the magic of his words, and the vicious pleasure of his bite, Natasha’s limbs deadened. “I don’t want to run away.”
“Good. One night I’ll have you crawl for me while on a leash. Won’t that be fun?” Mr. Collins slapped her bottom hard. “Now up on the desk, head down, and arse up. You are not to get down—no matter what I do—until I say you can. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” Natasha lifted her leg and scrambled to obey him. Perched on the edge, she managed to scoot forward bit by bit without knocking anything off. She rested her cheek against the polished wood and suddenly worried about leaving a smudge behind.
Mr. Collins made a deep sound of appreciation. His hand glided back and forth across Natasha’s backside and thighs. “Tonight you and I will take it easy. I just want to play with my little bunny. I want to find out what makes her squeak before I see what makes her hop up and down.”
Please, please, please.
Natasha had never wanted anyone more. Delirious with desire, she needed Mr. Collins to amuse himself with her which ever way he wanted. She wanted him to devour her, make it so she couldn’t run, to leave her as a feral keening mess on his desk.