Page 73 of Over the Line

“Stay where you are.”

Though her pussy throbbed, she followed his order.

“That’s it.”

Please, please spank me.

But he didn’t. Instead, he left her panties where they were, wedged tightly between her legs, and lowered her skirt back into place.

“Are you serious right now, Sir?” she demanded when he stood in front of her.

“One hundred percent.”

She pulled her hair back into a momentary ponytail before once again dropping the strands.

“I think I invited you to join me for a lemonade.”

Had she ever met a more annoying Dominant? Especially since the only thing she wanted was some impact play and a dozen or so climaxes.

“Feel free to freshen up, if you wish.” With a devilish smile, he stroked her cheek before picking up her bag and carrying it up the stairs.

Her whole body vibrating with need, she followed him to his suite.

After placing her belongings on a closet shelf, he faced her. “I’ll be on the patio, and I expect that your panties will be in this same position when you come outside.” Intimidatingly, he folded his arms. “Do I need to stay here and watch you to be sure you don’t do anything to…alleviate your discomfort?”

“Maybe, Sir.”

“In that case…” He planted his feet shoulder-width apart.

From other Doms, that kind of sass would have earned her a spanking. But he wasn’t a man she could goad, and she didn’t like it. “Actually, uhm… I’m good. You can believe what I say, Sir.”

“By your own admission, that may not be true.”

Because she couldn’t keep her mouth shut, she’d gotten herself in a predicament. She should have known better. After all, she’d told her friends that he tortured her by withholding what she wanted most.

Stubbornly, he even followed her into the bathroom.

Wishing she’d had even a few minutes of privacy, she finished drying her hands.

“Shall we?”

Managing to keep her mouth shut this time, she nodded and followed him back downstairs, then outside where a tray waited.

There were two tall glasses and a pitcher filled with the refreshing-looking lemonade. Off to the side was a board topped with olives, cheeses, and meats. “You’ve thought of everything.”

“I know how long the drive can be.”

With old-world manners, he waited until she sat before taking his chair.

Deciding she might as well relax because the damned Dominant was going to move at his own glacial pace, she kicked off her shoes and sat back, feet curled beneath her, and surveyed the landscape. “This is a totally different view than the one from the front of the house,” she observed. “Far fewer trees.” Since there were no buildings, it was much more serene.

“The river convinced my grandfather to buy, but he built the house over here so that he could take advantage of all the vistas, and this has a beauty all of its own. May I pour you a glass of lemonade? It may be a bit tart for your taste, but it’s refreshing.”

“You made it yourself?”

“It’s from my grandmother’s recipe. And it’s one I enjoy.”

“You definitely know what you like, Sir. I’m getting that message loud and clear.”