Mastered(79)

She swallowed nervously, but trust burned tightly in her chest, and excitement scuttled through her belly, suddenly making her jittery with anticipation. Her mouth went dry, and she ran her tongue over her bottom lip. He reacted visibly to her innocent action, his gaze burning a heated trail over her mouth and then lower . . . and lower still.

“Go into the bedroom and undress,” he said softly. “I want your hair down. But leave the stockings and the shoes on. I want you positioned hands and knees on the bed with your knees as far to the edge as you can comfortably support yourself without falling off. I’ll give you a moment to prepare while I make a few calls.”

Though Drake’s tone had been unhurried, the last thing Evangeline wanted was to not be prepared when he made his appearance, so she hurriedly went into the bedroom and undressed, ignoring the natural modesty that screamed in mortification at the explicit set of instructions Drake had given her.

She removed everything, carefully putting all the gifts Drake had given her into one of the small jewelry boxes that had accompanied one of the presents. She tossed her dress into the closet along with the shoes and quickly shed her undergarments and then remembered he’d wanted her stockings and heels to remain on.

Cursing, she slipped her heels back on and then took her bra and panties off, not daring to check her appearance in the mirror as she hastily unpinned her hair. She didn’t want to know what she looked like or what Drake would see when he entered the room.

When she returned to the bed, she eyed it nervously, mentally going over the directions Drake had given her and wondering just how to position herself accordingly. Finally she crawled onto the bed, planting her palms firmly into the mattress and inching her knees back until they were on the edge of the mattress, her legs and heels dangling from the bed.#p#分页标题#e#

She felt intensely vulnerable, knowing she wouldn’t be able to see Drake when he entered the room since she was faced away from the doorway, and she wondered if he’d purposely instructed her so that he would have the element of surprise. She already knew he wanted—demanded—the upper hand in everything.

Then she wondered if she’d hurried too much and how long she would have to wait there in this position because Drake hadn’t been specific about how many phone calls he had to make or how long they’d take. Again, something he likely had done to draw out her anticipation.

Her entire body was on fire, tingling, as she imagined what he would do, how he would touch her, how rough and demanding he would be. She remembered his warning after he’d made love to her that first night. That she’d needed it like it should have been her first time but it wouldn’t always be like that with him.

She shivered, far from being afraid. She found herself eager to feel the moment when he unleashed his power on her. She should be afraid and yet she couldn’t summon true fear of him. She feared the unknown, not knowing exactly what he planned, but she didn’t fear him.

It had taken months for Eddie to coax her into his bed, and even then, despite thinking that he was “the one,” she hadn’t truly wanted to take that step with him. Now, she realized she hadn’t completely trusted him, and rightly so. And yet after mere hours in Drake’s presence, he’d given her a mind-blowing orgasm and then he’d made such exquisite love to her that Eddie, or rather her experience with Eddie, was nothing more than a distant and fast-fading memory. An unwanted one at that.

She closed her eyes, giving herself over to the euphoria slowly creeping over her body, leaving her in a lethargic, passion-induced fog. So immersed was she in that warm, hazy cloud that she didn’t immediately register Drake’s presence in the room. Not until he wrapped his hand in her hair, bunching the strands together in his grasp and pulling slightly so her head came up was she fully aware of the fact that he was standing right behind her.

Then he pushed forward, forcing her face to the mattress, instructing her to turn so her cheek was pressed against the bed and she could breathe. Then to her utter astonishment, he pulled both her hands behind her to rest in the small of her back and began looping rope around both wrists, tightly restraining her.

A protest lodged in her throat and she swallowed it away, refusing to show any resistance to the first display of Drake’s dominance. Sexually. The forceful way he had her do his bidding excited her. That she had absolutely no control over the situation only heightened her anticipation. Already her breaths were coming in small pants. Every muscle in her body was rigid. Her nipples were so rigid that any pressure against them was sheer torture, and a pulse had begun between her legs that had her twisting restlessly in an effort to relieve the ache.