She isn’t as innocent as she once believed.
And now she’s here to come and find out why.
I’m quietly reading my book in the middle of my study on my comfy armchair near the fireplace when she enters. The door closes softly behind her as she comes closer and stops on the red carpet right in front of me.
I lower my book to meet her gaze with a penetrative stare.
“I’m ready,” she says.
My tongue darts out to wet my lips. Right on schedule.
“Are you sure?” I raise a brow.
She nods, standing tall and proud even though I think she knows damn well what she’s asking from me.
“I deserve the truth,” she says, swallowing hard. “Show me what I did.”
My eyes narrow as adrenaline rushes through my veins, filling me with excitement. I put aside the book and lean over on my elbows, tapping my fingers together. “You deserve …”
My cock became hard just from that word spilling out of her mouth.
A grin tugs at my lips as I lean back in my seat and watch her. “Beg.”
She sucks in a breath and licks her lips. “Please … punish me for my sins.”
I could listen to her say those words every second of the day.
Instead, I jump up and charge at her, clasping her throat in a single hand. She shudders, beads of sweat rolling down her forehead as I tilt her head backward and look at the pale skin underneath my fingers. She’s vulnerable, completely at my mercy … perfect.
And all it took was a nudge, a single instance of seeing the truth in front of her own eyes.
All this time, I was searching when the answer to the problem was right in front of me.
She saw in Anna what she could never see when she looked at me: Her own guilt.
And now she’s come to repent.
Her crystal clear eyes peer straight into mine, and I can’t help but feel moved. She came to me out of her own free will. And now I will be her undoing.
I push her down, down, down until her legs cave underneath her, and she slowly kneels on the carpet. I go back to my armchair to sit down again and continue watching her, wishing I could see into her mind.
“What do you think will happen now?” I ask, rubbing my chin.
“You will do whatever you want with me,” she replies with a sigh. “And I will obey.”
“Why?” I ask. “Give me one good reason.”
We stare each other down for a second. Her answer is the single most important thing right now, and there is only one right one.
“I don’t want to be free. Not without knowing why I was here. I need to know. I want to know the truth. To confess,” she says, every word costing her more of her soul.
A wicked smile spreads across my lips. “I’ve waited forever for those words.”
A blush spreads across her cheeks.
“And what do you think I want you to do?” I ask, cocking my head.
She’s silent for a moment before twisting her hand behind her back and peeling away the zipper that holds her dress together until it falls to the floor and leaves her completely naked on her knees.
I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on and make me rock hard.
As I shift in my seat, the burning pain in my back is a constant reminder of what it costs me to go over the edge. But for her, I’m willing.
“Come,” I say.