Free RequiredSurrender by Riley Murphy Page B

straightened a sleeve. “Don’t tell
me what I should have done. I’m well aware of what I desire. In fact I’m well
aware of what you desire. Check your attitude tonight, Jo. Remember, one
denial. One action contrary to what I want from you and it’s done between us.”
    “I understand.”
    He looked up. “Do you? Give me your purse and your sweater.”
She handed them over. “Now take off your clothes. Everything.”
    When she tilted he head and scanned the crowded room around
them he made a tsk-tsk sound. “Eyes on me, Jo. For tonight your only interest
is me.”
    Blood drained to his cock and it thickened. Oh, she may have
been nervous with hands shaking as she pulled her shirt over her head, but when
she dropped the flimsy thing on the table and reached behind for the clasp of
her bra she was staring at him. Focused in on him. Damn, doing a good job
overcoming her wariness with the crowd that no doubt watched from above.
    Those intricate lacy henna patterns around her nipples got
to him every time. He hadn’t meant to say so out loud. The words just came. “I
love your decorations.”
    “Thank you.” Her gaze dropped as her skirt slid down her
legs.
    “Eyes on me, princess. Unless I tell you otherwise, keep
your eyes on me.”
    He was surprised and a little disappointed when she shimmied
out of her panties and he saw that the beautiful design she’d sported all those
months ago was gone. Her mound was still smooth as glass, just without the
henna.
    “Put your arms up over your head. That’s right. Stretch them
up. Good. Now turn around. Slowly, so I can see every inch of you. No, don’t
close your eyes. Keep them opened and turn.”
    He knew when she did she’d be forced to see the crowd that
had gathered. Hopefully that would be enough to deter her. Already she’d gone
further without bratting than he’d anticipated. He shot a look down at the cat
suit and wondered. Would she do it? Would she let him dress her in it? God,
what if she did? What if she played his pet for the night, what then?
    “Stop. Arms down. Come here.” He spread his legs in an
inviting V and waited. When she stepped between his thighs, he leaned around
her and picked up the black leather bottoms. “I want you to wear this.” He
moved her back and held them out for her to step into. “Go on, put your hand on
my shoulder and step into them.”
    “What’s that? It’s furry.”
    “The tail.”
    She had one leg in and paused to squeeze his shoulder.
“Tail?”
    “Yes,” He shook the other side of the panty impatiently for
her to get into it. “I want you to be my pet tonight. My little kitten, who
purrs at my feet and adores me.”
    He almost smiled because she kind of fell through the other
leg. Any minute she was going to cry off.
    “Okay.”
    His head shot back and he looked at her. She couldn’t be
seriously thinking she’d go through with this. He’d cheated and pored through
her private paperwork. Learning everything she despised. Playing some Dom’s pet
was at the top of her hate list. He’d thought that was a shame as this kind of
play did it for him on occasion, but what the hell was she doing by agreeing to
this? She must have it bad for him.
    Shit, he hadn’t brought the full leather gear, only the
bottoms with attached tail, leash, collar and the mask. The latter of which was
fashioned after Cat Woman’s. Sexy as fuck. He’d left the bra, straps and
fishnet stockings in the box because he never imagined she’d go through with
it.
    “Kneel.” And when she did and put her splayed hands on his
thighs he was going to order her to remove them. She shouldn’t touch him
without permission, but damn, the heat of her palms on him. The weight as she
leaned forward and let him put the mask on her felt good. “Next time you want
to put your hands on me you ask permission beforehand.”
    “Oh.”
    “No, put your hands back where they were until I get this
zipped. I have to be careful. I don’t want to