Catching Lily(21)

"Except that's not what happened at all."

She swallowed. Did he go to the gallery? Of course he did. She didn't know what to say.



       
         
       
        

"So I'm left to believe that something I did freaked you out so badly you couldn't face me for another moment. The problem is that after spending the entire night trying to figure out where I went wrong, I've come up completely blank." He lifted one hand to stroke a finger down the side of her neck.

She shivered, not lowering her gaze from his. He deserved that much. "Maybe I got scared. It's a lot to handle. You're so … overbearing."

"Nope. That's not it. I advise you not to go to law school because no jury would buy what you're selling."

She sighed. "What do you want me to tell you, Dominic?"

"Let's start with the truth. It wasn't the way you came for me spectacularly in the car … " He glanced up to the left as if reading a list from the corner of the room. "It wasn't the fact that I insisted you sit at the table wet with arousal …  It wasn't the way I held your thigh to keep you from fidgeting …  No …  Not that, either." He lowered his face again to meet her gaze.

She didn't move.

"It wasn't the wine. You do realize I asked you not to drink more than one glass because I wanted you to make fully consenting decisions when I brought you home to my bed last night, right?"

She swallowed again. She had figured that out. Or that he simply liked to control her. Either way, it was hot.

"Right?" he asked again. "Lily?"

"Yes, Sir."

He sucked in a sharp breath.

She bit her lower lip hard. Sir? It shocked the shit out of her that she'd used that term of submission with him. It was like he brought out a side of her she didn't know existed. She was suddenly hypnotized when he stepped into a room.

He moaned, lowering his face until she stared at the top of his head. "That. Went. Straight. To. My. Cock."

She gasped. Wetness flooded her panties. Her fingers itched to reach out and stroke his cock. She glanced around. How long would it take to suck him off? Maybe she could get him to back off and stop questioning her if she lowered to her knees and took him into her mouth.

She slowly bent her knees to ease herself down the wall.

Dominic jerked his head back up. "Stand up, Lily. Don't even think about it."

How the hell did he know what she was thinking? The man was psychic.

She straightened her knees. "Sir, I … "

"Stop." He held up a hand, palm in front of her. "Don't say another word."

She pursed her lips. What had she done wrong?

He seemed to be working hard to figure out what to do or say next. "As much as I love to hear that word from your lips, I won't have you avoiding the issue at hand by trying to top me." 

"Top you?"

"Control me." He shook his head. "It won't work. Ever. Don't try it again. I asked you a question. Answer me."

"Does there have to be a reason for everything? Maybe I got cold feet?"

He studied her again. Then he pushed off the wall and turned around, running his hands through his hair.

She didn't move.

Finally, he spoke again, still not facing her. "In the interest of time, I'm going to table this discussion for now."

"I would appreciate that."

He slowly faced her again. "Do not think you're off the hook. I can see it in your eyes. You're totally into me. You might be a little frightened. And that's normal. But you're intrigued enough to give us a shot. I'm curious about the level of knowledge you seem to have about BDSM. Did you research it in the last few months?"

She didn't move. In fact, she tried not to breathe.

He blew out a breath. "Fine. Again, we'll discuss that later also. I still don't know why you ran out on me and then lied about it. But you will tell me. And you'll do so before the night is over. So think about your answer. Come up with something more believable. Know that I don't have stupid written on my face. And we'll revisit this topic after the reception.

"You'll be coming home with me tonight. I don't care if we go to your place or mine, though I prefer mine, but that part's a given. So don't waste your time on excuses. I don't care if the President of the United States requests an interview at midnight, you'll have to turn him down. You'll be alone with me, answering some hard questions and learning some hard lessons."

She stopped breathing somewhere in the middle of his speech. Those last words both scared her and again made her nipples pebble. She so badly wanted to learn some lessons from this man. If she did nothing else in this life, she wanted that to be at the top of the list.