She remained quiet for a long time and considered hanging up but the thing was she had to see him tonight now more than ever. He needed to be punished for this kind of behavior.
"Please, Armaan. I need to see you before the show tonight." So that I can consider grinding six inch heels into your crotch.
"I'll be in my penthouse suite," he told her curtly. "I'm kind of busy at the moment so you can show up around seven thirty. I'll be able to fit you in right before I leave."
He hung up and she stared at her phone. Feeling very brave today, are we? she thought and jumped off the stool. She was going to make him pay for this.
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What had he done? What had he been thinking, issuing her a challenge like that? The truth was, he was dying to see her. She drove him crazy with her demands and her tantalizing attitude but he still wanted her so much. Alex had already informed him she was back in Milan. All he'd been trying to do was show her that he wasn't some desperate guy waiting for her to remember him but instead, he'd ended up sounding so arrogant and uncaring.
Tonight, when she showed up, he was not going to play the slave anymore. Enough was enough. Didn't she want to take things further? They were both adults and were madly attracted to each other so what was the problem? All this talk about power and control. He was sick of it. What he really wanted more than anything was to take her to bed and spend the night showing her all the ways they could find pleasure in each other. Uncomplicated but extremely enjoyable ways. She just needed to trust him.
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Jasmine texted him upon reaching his suite a few hours later and when he opened the door to let her in, she was struck dumb for a moment. God, he looked amazing in his expensive suit; black with a light blue shirt and navy blue tie that brought out his eyes. He seemed to have frozen as well as he took in her appearance. She wore a short, red skirt with a black top and denim jacket and Armaan couldn't stop staring at her legs.
After a few seconds, he turned around and began to remove his tie, beckoning for her to come inside. Then he shrugged off his jacket and started unbuttoning his shirt as well.
"Err...what're you doing?" she asked, feeling a little confused because she hadn't given him any instructions like she usually did but he seemed determined to get naked or something.
"Well, there's no point pretending I'm going to make it to the show with the way you're looking right now," he replied as he kept on walking towards the bedroom.
She'd been in here once before, the day he'd returned her manuscript to her but she hadn't ventured any further than the doorway. The place looked divine with its plush rugs and gold and blue decor. Once again, everything was spacious and luxurious which she had noticed were key features for whichever place Armaan decided to reside in.
"Wait," she called out to him and he stopped in his tracks, his hands pausing in the middle of taking his belt off.
"I didn't even tell you what my plans were for you," she said slowly, frowning at him.
"So...you don't want me to get naked?" he asked just as slowly and frowned back at her.
Jasmine swallowed once, her pulse going crazy at the idea. Did she? She had seen him naked already but never face to face. It had always been over the phone or a laptop screen. Armaan had a beautiful body but it was also dangerous for her peace of mind. Quickly, she stuck her hand inside her purse and retrieved the pair of handcuffs she had brought along with her.
"Sure I do," she told him bravely, not revealing her nervousness. "But you have to put these on first."
He stared at the handcuffs and then back at her. Everything seemed to go quiet for a minute.
"That's how little trust you have in me?" he finally asked her. "I told you before, I'm not going to hurt you, Jasmine. There's no need to tie me up, okay."
"Okay, seriously, what is wrong with you today?" she snapped at him, stuffing the handcuffs back in her purse and shooting him a glare. "You know what the rules are, Aaru, you agreed to them."
He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "I know. But...it's been three weeks, come on. Aren't you a little tired of games now? Can't we just have a normal hook-up for once where we both get to have fun?"
She didn't like this. She didn't like this at all. Everything had been fine all this time and now he wanted to get all dramatic. They were just handcuffs. Before she could turn away, he was in front of her and she watched with wide eyes as he held out his hands.
"Do it then," he said quietly, appearing dejected. "I don't like seeing you upset. Do whatever you want."
She didn't know why but she felt like crying in that moment. It couldn't be PMS. She'd only just finished her period two days ago. So why was his submission making her emotional instead of horny? Him bowing to her will yet again just because she'd looked a little upset made her feel bad for the way she was using him.
Armaan's phone buzzed then and he dug it out of his pocket to frown at the screen.
"Alex," he mumbled, sounding worried. "He's probably wondering where I am. Jasmine, he can't know about us," Armaan insisted suddenly, giving her an earnest look. "He'd be so hurt. Maybe we can do this after I get back-"
