"Amelie." Victoria springs to her feet, then crosses the room. "You were leaving, weren’t you?"
"Was I?" Amelie frowns, then turns around.
Victoria nods, "Yes, you were."
Amelia takes in a breath, Victoria’s gaze widens, and Amelie tosses her head. "Fine, be like that, V, but you owe me."
Victoria’s mouth curves in a smile. Her features light up. I blink. She's fucking beautiful. I want her to smile like that at me. The hell am I thinking? I draw myself up to my full height.
Her green eyes twinkle, "I promise I’ll make it up to you." She says.
Amelie nods. She marches to the crowded table in the center of the room, and picks up a handbag. Turning, she moves toward me. "You better not hurt her."
"Amelie!" Victoria’s mouth falls open.
I chuckle, "I won’t do anything to her…"
Amelie frowns, then jerks her chin.
"I promise." I glance down at Amelie.
"I'll hold you to that." She scowls, then brushes past me.
I straighten, "Nothing that she doesn’t want me to, that is."
Victoria stiffens. "What was that?"
I saunter inside, "Oh, you heard me all right, so don’t pretend otherwise." The door closes behind me with a snick.
Victoria pales.
I prowl forward; she takes another step back.
I reach her and she stumbles to put space between us; her hip grazes the window sill. She stiffens.
"You afraid?"
She raises her head, "No."
I swoop down, grab her waist, and twirl her so she faces the window pane. She squeaks.
I lean in, slap my hands on either side of her, "I hate liars."
"I’m…" her breath hitches, "not lying."
I step back, so quickly she flinches. Then turn my body, so I am at right angles with her. "Last chance."
Her spine stiffens and she shoots me a glance. "Told you, I’m not."
My palm connects with her butt with such force that her body jolts forward and she braces herself on the window. Her cheeks turn fiery. "How…how dare you?"
"Don’t challenge me."
She opens her mouth and I bring my hand down on her arse again. Her shoulders jerk; her breathing grows ragged.
My dick is instantly hard.
She turns around, bites her lips, then her gaze narrows with intensity. She makes a low sound deep in her throat. Her fingers flex. Every part of her tenses, until she’s fairly vibrating with anger.
I chuckle.
"It’s not funny."
"You're right." I draw my gaze from her hair messed about her shoulders, down to the turn of her dainty ankles. "What it is, is fucking arousing."
She pulls back her shoulders, "This is all a joke to you, isn’t it?"
"On the contrary," I flex my fingers.
She swallows.
I crack my neck.
Her pupils dilate.
"I take disciplining you seriously."
She raises her nose, "Forget it, it’s off, it’s…"
"Turn around, face the window."
She scowls.
"Do it."
She firms her lips.
"Now."
She swivels to face forward.
I plant my feet between her legs, shove them apart. Her spine arches and her shoulders knot. I wait…wait… A gust of wind blows through the open window. Her hair flows about her face. She half turns. "Why the hell don’t you—?"
I raise my hand and spank her arse. She huffs. And again. Her knuckles whiten and her face falls forward. "Stop."
"Shut up."
I slap her rounded flesh again and a low moan bleeds from her lips.
All the blood drains to my groin, my cock lengthens, and my balls grow heavy. Jesus, fuck. I’ve barely touched her, and I already want to be inside of her. I need to get ahold of myself. Need to stop her little cries from coiling in my belly, from affecting my presence of mind… Focus, focus, on her. Her needs. What she desires. Only her.
I spank her again and her entire body trembles.
Once more. Her legs buckle. She straightens, then draws herself up to her full height.
"Don’t ever question me again."
She stays silent.
"Get me?"
She jerks her head.
"Say it."
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes… Sir."
"Good girl."
Her pupils dilate. Shit, she liked that. I hadn’t meant to compliment her yet. She has to work for it. I have to make this challenging on her, else she’ll see right through me.
"Let’s get out of here."
I pivot, stalk to the door.
"Wait."
I keep walking.
"Wait, please… Sir."
I pause. "What is it?"
"You are aware that you need to get to know me first, right?"
I shoot her a glance. "What does that mean?"
She locks her fingers together, "As a Dom… You need to understand me as a person before you…"
"Before I start training you?"
She nods.
"Too bad, this is how I do it."
She frowns, tucks her elbows into her sides.
"You know you’re acting like a selfish prick, don’t you?"
"Took you this long to figure that out, Sweetheart?"
She brings her fingers up to her mouth, then tucks them behind her back, "So now what? I follow you?"
"Yes."
"What about my clothes, my things?"
"Leave them."
"What?"
I yawn, "Did you forget that you’re mine for the next 30 days?
"I don’t get it, what do we do for this much time?"
I smirk.
She flushes.
"My, my, what a filthy mind you have, my little Gigi."
She draws herself up to her full height, "Don’t call me that."
I plant my hands on my hips, "I’ll call you what I want, when I want, and you’ll answer to it."
She bites her lower lip and my gaze drops to the pulsing flesh. A growl rips from me, "Any more questions?"
She tips up her chin, "I'm not leaving without proper footwear."
Before I can say anything, she marches over to the shoe rack by the door, and exchanges her ballet pumps for stilettos. Images of taking her from behind when she's dressed in nothing but those heels fill my mind. Fuck.
She turns to me.
"Well?" I tilt my head.
She glances to the side, then back at me.
I draw in a breath. Patience, patience. "Out with it."
“My phone."
I follow her gaze to the device on the armrest of the only chair in the room. "What are you waiting for? Take it with you, will you?"
Half an hour later, I ease my car up to the curb in front of Selfridges.
"Wow, the place hasn’t changed at all." She peers up through the window.
"Why should
