He was torn as he led her upstairs. Dim sconces lit the way. On one hand, he wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anyone. The way she obeyed despite the sparks of fear and unknowing in her eyes was irresistible. God, she’s going to make the perfect submissive, he thought.

On the other hand, with every step they took closer to the bedroom, it might be one step closer to the end. He’d had his share of infatuated women before. They thought his brooding was a façade, another easy project they could fix. He’d never brought any of them as close to his real self as he did Harper, but he knew what could easily be around the corner. Disgust, genuine terror, when she found out who he really was.

Nobody could actually fall in love with you, he reminded himself. Lust, sure. But love? There’s no way. Hell, just ask Ashton.

As he led her down the long corridor, other occupied bedrooms had their doors flung open. Orgies in one room, couples in another. In one bedroom, a girl’s tears drew rivers of mascara down her cheeks and she frothed at the mouth around the ball gag. Sean couldn’t bring himself to look back at Harper’s expression. Other doors were closed, but the sounds of moans, spanks and whips emanated from them.

At the end of the hall, a single unoccupied room was cracked open. Sean paused. “Are you certain you want to go in?” he asked.

He turned to look at her to see her swallow. Harper nodded. He couldn’t get a read on her.

“Speak up,” he said. “Was that a ‘yes, sir’?”

Harper fluttered her lashes and looked down. “Y—yes. Yes, sir,” she said obediently. Quietly.

Fuck, the things she could do. “You make me so fucking hard,” he said. Her eyes shot open.

Sean took her hand and led her through the heavy wooden door. It closed behind them with a loud click. He removed his bowtie and watched her survey the room. “Get undressed.”

Without a pause, she started to kick off her shoes.

“Leave them on,” he instructed. Sean sat back in a black leather seat. Harper peeled off the dress and let it fall to the floor.

As she stepped out of the fallen latex, in just a lace thong and matching bra, he couldn’t believe her dimensions. She had a tiny waist, a wasp’s waist, as if she’d been in waist-training for years. Her hip bones jutted out like fins before angling down to slender thighs and shapely calves.

“Right now, right here in this room, you exist solely for my pleasure,” he said. “You’re here to please me in whatever way I see fit.” He stopped himself, aware of his quickened breath. Sean raised a brow. “Get on with it.”

Red-faced, Harper reached behind her back and unhooked the bra. It fell to the floor beside the forgotten dress. Her nipples were already hard. Pink and perfectly shaped, her small teardrop-shaped breasts were more perfect than he could have imagined. As she bent, straight-backed, to slip off the thong, he watched as her breasts swayed with the movement.

Sean stood and circled her. Her chest rose and fell faster the closer he came. “You’re incredibly fucking hot,” he surmised. “Do you know how hard you make me?”

She shook her head.

“Say it,” he commanded.

“I don’t know,” she said.

“You will soon enough. Before we start, let’s go over your green, yellow and red words.”

“What?”

“Repeat after me. Green is Gomorrah.”

“Green is Gomorrah,” she said softly.

“Yellow is Eden.”

He listened to the waver in her voice as she repeated him.

“And red is inferno.”

“Red is inferno,” she said.

“Repeat them again.”

Harper went through the words in a rush. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m not used to talking during sex.”

“This isn’t sex,” he said. “Not yet. But you’re going to get used to it. Otherwise, how will I know what gets you off?”

She swallowed again and nodded.

“Get on the bed. On your hands and knees,” he instructed.

He watched her crouch on the bed, with nothing but the pink lights in the room to highlight her angles. As he approached her, he considered going to the car to get the bag from the shop. Not yet, he told himself. See how this goes first.

Harper presented her ass to him, and she jumped slightly as he traced his palm against one cheek. Her skin was unbelievably soft. He gave her a soft spank and heard her cry out softly, but she pressed herself into him. “Again?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said.

He spanked her slightly harder on the other cheek. “Yes, what?” he asked.

“Yes, please. Sir,” she said. He could feel the sting in his own palm and was certain she’d be red the next day.

“On your forearms,” he said. “Show me that pussy.”

As she bent down further, he could see the glistening wetness between her folds. Sean slid a finger across her clit to test her wetness. Harper moaned and rubbed against him.

“I didn’t tell you to move,” he said. He removed his hand from her and expected her to protest, to let out some sign of frustration. But she stayed perfectly still. “That’s good,” he said, and slid a finger into her as a reward. “You’re so fucking wet,” he said. “Why is that?”

Harper just moaned again. He felt her muscles clench his finger.

“Tell me why,” he said.

“You,” she whispered.

“Louder,” he commanded.

“You make me wet,” she said. He trailed a finger along her G-spot and felt the rush of wetness slip out of her. With his other hand, he gripped her hair and pulled, fast and hard.

As Harper’s head lifted and her back arched, he started to fuck her with his hand. She gasped writhed beneath him. God, she was exquisite. Her slender shoulders and the swell of her back below him was a vision.

Sean stopped when he knew she was close, and leaned down. “This time was just to see if you could do what you’re told,” he said into her ear. “And you passed with flying colors. Here,” he said, and removed his finger from her. “Taste yourself.”

Harper parted her lips, hungry and sucked as he slipped his dripping finger into her mouth.

“Stay like this,” he said, and lowered himself onto the bed. On his back, between her legs, he gripped her hips and lowered her onto his face.

Her engorged clit told him she wouldn’t last long. Even as her thighs squeezed his face tight, he could hear her cries. “I’m coming,” she panted. He felt her try to lift up, but he clenched her tighter.

She flooded his face and he lapped up her wetness greedily. He teased her clit with light licks, delighted in the tremors that overtook her. Easily, he pulled her down towards him and wrapped the black silk covers over them. He kissed her deep, wanted her to taste her come on his lips.

“Is it your turn now?” she asked, still dazed from the orgasm.

Sean shook his head. “Another time,” he said.

She didn’t argue—but he knew she wouldn’t. There was something special about her, a connection he’d never had with anyone. He’d had glimpses of it before, with girls who were self-declared subs. But those so-called relationships were purely sexual. There was something deeper with Harper.

In comfortable silence, they stayed below the covers. He listened to her breath start to go steady. Harper shifted. “I’m going to fall asleep if we stay much longer,” she said.

“Okay.” He pulled her up. “Stay,” he instructed.

Sean gathered up her clothes, and bent down to let her step into the thong. Carefully, he slipped her bra on and rolled the dress up her lithe body. He tucked her wild hair behind her ears and kissed her softly on the cheek.

As they walked back down the foyer, he barely registered the group sex, the girls with the strap-ons, or the full glory holes. He was wrapped in the fog of being with Harper.

The valets rushed for the car, but he shooed them away to open the car door for her himself.

Both were silent on the drive back, but when he looked at her, he noticed her knees were slightly parted. Her palms faced up in her lap and her lips had a sliver of space between them. She was open, ready and willing at any moment for him—and her body expressed that.

Sean jumped out of the car when he pulled up to her house to walk her to the door. The front porch light was out, but the moon lit up the idyllic curves of her face. He cupped her jaw gently and raised her mouth to his.

“Goodnight,” he whispered. He could still taste her sweetness that lingered on her lips.