A Scandalous Arrangement : sexy, seductive, a powerful story of courage, determination and submission
Adam didn’t speak to her. Instead, he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and exerted just enough pressure to assert his mastery. Afterwards Victoria would remember it, and wonder at the effect that simple, powerful gesture had on her. For now though, she just went quiet. She felt calm, grounded, and utterly safe.
“I won’t harm you, Victoria, or put you in danger. We are quite alone here, this is for my eyes only.”
How did he know what her fears were? Was he some manner of mind reader?
Adam continued. “And if I do anything to you that you really cannot tolerate, you can ask me to stop. Tell me, what is your favourite animal?”
“I like horses. And cats.”
“Do you have horse? Or a cat?”
“No Sir. I had a pony when I was young though.”
“What was her name?”
“Dancer. She was called Dancer.”
“Then that shall be your word. If at any time you need me to stop, say Dancer, and I will. That shall be your signal to me that you’ve reached your limit, that you need me to stop, slow down, do something different.”
She frowned, puzzled, and once again utterly astonished. But pragmatic to the core, she asked the question uppermost in her mind. “If I say that, if I make you stop, will that be the end of our deal?”
“No, Victoria. Our deal ends when one or the other of us decides it’s over, that we no longer want this, any of it. Or when you buy out my share of the mill. Dancer only stops what is happening in that moment. It’s a way to make sure you feel safe, a way for you to know you have some control over what’s happening to you.”
“I thought the point was that I did not have control, that you were in charge and I had to obey, to submit.”
“Ah yes, but if you have no choice, none at all, that would mean that this thing between us is merely coercion and I take no pleasure in that. We both know I could blackmail you, or if you prefer bribe you with the promise of returning Wynne’s Mill to you. Or I could simply overpower you to make you do as I want. That holds no attraction for me. I want you to choose this, to choose to be here with me. I want us both to know that you could have stopped if you wanted to, but chose to continue. I want your consent, Victoria, your willing submission. Nothing less.”
“But, you said you would whip me, and spank me too. Hurt me. Why would I consent to being hurt?”
His smile now was positively lecherous, but Victoria’s pussy contracted in response. He leaned in to breathe his next words into her ear. “Ah Victoria, life’s mysteries do indeed confound us. But it would be so uninteresting were it otherwise.”
He released his grip on her neck and strolled around the bed to regard her from the front. He leaned on the bedpost opposite as he ran his gaze up and down her body, taking several moments to scrutinise her. He took his time, appeared to relish her discomfiture as she knelt, restrained and helpless, her body on display.
“Victoria, you are a truly beautiful woman. I may have mentioned that previously, but felt it appropriate to repeat here.”
He had not, as far as she could recall, made such a remark before. His admiration expressed with words as well as his undisguised physical response helped to calm her, and made her feel appreciated. Valued even. His approval mattered to her, she realised, and she mentally gathered her dignity and pride to her. Not a cloak exactly, more a comfort blanket. Adam Luke would allow her no modesty, no privacy, but he seemed to harbour no wish to humiliate her in the process.
Victoria allowed her gaze to drop to the impressive bulge in the front of his trousers. She had yet to see his body unclothed, and could not rein in her curiosity.
“I believe you are too, Sir. Beautiful, I mean. But you are somewhat overdressed for this occasion in my opinion.”
He lifted one perfect eyebrow. “You want me to strip for you, Miss Wynne?”
“If you would, Sir.” My goodness, where did that come from?
Victoria could not quite believe her boldness. Was this allowed? The terms of their bargain were quite clear – she was to obey, he would command.