Page 50 of His Dark Pact
He wasn’t there. He never had been.
Disturbed by the lack of satisfaction in the so-called conversation, she snuggled down, hoping slumber would come to claim her. At some point after two in the morning, long after Graham’s ghost had departed, it finally did.
***
THE JARRING NOISE OFthe alarm on her bedside counter ripped her from the deep sleep she’d eventually fallen into. Rolling to one side, she switched off the irritating sound and collapsed onto her back.
It couldn’t be six o’clock already, could it? A quick look at the flashing red digits confirmed that it was—time to get up, shower, and ready herself for whatever her mischievous boss had in mind.
Squeezing the muscles between her legs, she allowed her feet to find the carpet as she stretched. She could have done without the night of interrupted rest, but the morning light brought an exciting new day. Whatever Kyle wanted, she knew him well enough by then to know one thing—he’d be unrelenting in his orders, and whatever his demands, he’d make herfeelit.
Heat rose from her core as she recalled the ways he’d made herfeel it. The sting of his palm and the smooth thrust of his cock seemed indelibly branded in her memories. She remembered his expressions and his commands, the way all of his attention had been thrown on her, and the way he’d made her work for what had ended up being the most astonishing orgasm of her life. Perched on the edge of the bed, she recollected everything.
Her gaze landed instinctively on the witness to her depravity—the maid’s outfit hanging on the back of her bedroom door. Kyle had said it was her uniform—something he anticipated her wearing from then on. She suspected she should be disgusted and outraged at the assertion, yet all she sensed in her body was the simmering well of need he seemed to have awoken.
She wanted to wear it again—for him and for the enormous stack of money that was promised, but if she was honest, also for herself. She liked the decadent and naughty way the attire made her feel.
She wanted more of that feeling.
Her lips tugged into a smile as she stripped out of her tee and padded across to the en suite, the memories of Kyle encircling her as she stepped into the shower. He was with her as the steam rose, his strong palms holding her up when the heat became too great, and she dipped a hand between her legs to relieve the intolerable pressure. She swore it was his grasp at her nipples and the caress of his lips at her neck as the hedonism tore through her tired body, making her cry out. He was there, too, as she pressed her palm against the safety glass to catch her breath, and she murmured her thanks to him, hopeful he’d sense them from wherever he was in the house.
Wrapping what smelled like a clean bath sheet around her wet body, she walked back to the bedroom, musing on the life Kyle led. Amy couldn’t imagine living in a house that size, and despite his domineering ways, she could understand why he needed people to help him. What surprised her the most was the way the place always seemed so clean and tidy. Thus far, she’d seen no evidence of a cleaner, but all the shelves seemed dusted and the beds made. She couldn’t understand who had responsibility for the mammoth list of tasks, but somebody must have been in charge of doing them.
Maybe someone I’ve yet to meet?
She mused on the idea as she selected the fanciest underwear she owned. Once again, she opted to abandon the bra, knowing how sexy her breasts felt trapped beneath the silk prison. She donned her panties before warily opening the bedroom door and checking no one was around. Just as he’d promised, a small package was waiting on the carpet outside, and when she lowered to collect it, she found five pairs of beautiful black stockings with one accompanying suspender belt. She worked quickly, gliding the stockings over her legs before attaching them to the belt. Once she was happy with her undergarments, she donned her sexy uniform.
A spark of electricity raced through her as she swished around the room in the short-hemmed skirt. Kyle had previously denigrated her—making her feel awkward and uncomfortable at times—yet she’d never felt more alive than she had in those hours around the table with him.
Dragging her brush through her damp hair, she still didn’t understand how the contradiction was possible, but applying the inexpensive skincare she owned, she reasoned there’d be time to further process what was happening to her. Time to take stock and decide what the hell was happening when she yearned to surrender. At five to seven, though, that moment was not the time. She’d need to leave to make their breakfast meeting.
With one final glance at her reflection, she turned on her heel and made her way downstairs.
***
“GOOD MORNING.”
Kyle glanced up from his broadsheet as she entered the open doorway, the sound of her heels clicking on the hard floor ringing in her ears as she offered him a smile.
He looked just as devilishly handsome as she remembered, though he now wore a light gray suit with a matching waistcoat, and she noted, somewhat disappointedly, no tie.
“Good morning, Mr. Kyle.”
The nervous butterflies in her belly danced when the edges of his lips curled at her entrance. He watched as she closed the distance between them.
“How did you sleep?” He folded the paper and placed it down beside him.
“Honestly?” She drew her hands behind her back, the way they’d been when he’d bound them, although he hadn’t asked her to do so.
Standing there, she was struck by how much easier it was to wear the outfit for him compared to the night before. She no longer felt inhibited by its outrageous length or plunging neckline. Now, she wore those features like badges of honor she already knew turned him on. In the morning light, those attributes were empowering rather than degrading.
“Yes, honestly.” His brows knitted. “I hope you would always be honest with me, Amy.”
“I don’t want to upset you, sir.” She clutched the back of the chair she’d been sitting on at dinner for support, keeping her other hand behind her.
“Tell me.” The order was terse as he folded his arms across his chest and leaned back in his chair. “Tell me honestly how you slept.”
“It took a long time to go to sleep.” She sighed, recalling how real Graham’s presence had been in the gloom of her room. “I had a lot on my mind.”