7. Chapter Seven

Rafael gets to his feet, smiling at me with glistening lips as he makes his way back to the bed to sit. Such a good boy he is. Not only does he listen well, but he knows what's expected of him and never veers from it. He's the perfect submissive.

"Did you enjoy that?" I ask Jordan.

She nods, breathing out a, "yes, sir."

Her tits are jiggling from her panting breaths, her nipples still hard. The perfect pink little buds are tempting, so I move to her and brush my thumb along one of them. Her lips part, so I do it again.

"It's the first of many," I tell her. Her eyes widen, mouth dropping open like she wants to speak, but remembers the rules. Good. She's a quick learner too. I love quick learners. "But first, I have some questions."

She nods, dragging that tongue of hers along her lips again.

"Rafael, get Jordan some water."

I don't need to see him to know he's doing as I say. I hear his footsteps. Hear the fridge. The twist of the cap. Then he's at my side, handing her the cold bottle.

The whole time, she watches him with awe, no doubt wondering why he does what I say.

I'm not explaining it to her.

"Manners are required."

"Thank you," she says, looking at Rafael, and he responds because manners are required.

"You're very welcome."

She takes a few sips as he goes back to the bed.

"Drink it all. You'll need to stay hydrated, which would bring me to another rule, but considering we're here for only one night, I won't go over them all."

She nods and drinks more water.

Of course I plan on keeping her forever, but she doesn't know that. Not yet, anyway.

Jordan is a pretty thing, and I'm going to collect a debt I'd once written off.

"I expect the truth from you, no matter what your opinion is or what you think mine will be. Under no circumstances are you to ever lie to me about anything. Understood?"

"Yes, sir." She nods and takes one more sip. I take the bottle from her and hold it behind me for Rafael to grab.

"Are you a virgin?"

"No."

"Have you had sexual intercourse with anyone other than Zachary Canvani?"

Her brow pinches. I hold back my laugh. Surely she's wondering how I know about that.

"No."

"When was the last time you had sexual intercourse with him?"

"Thanksgiving."

She answers quickly, so I believe her. Their break-up was only a few months ago, so it's probably true. They weren't living together, and the shit stain Canvani boy was too busy fucking everyone else.

"Do you masturbate?" Her cheeks flush. "No lying."

"Yes," she says quietly, her cheeks turning pinker.

So, she's shy. I won't push that for now, but she'll have to get over it soon.

I place my hands on the arms of the chair and bend so we're eye level.

"Do you fuck yourself, Jordan? Or do you rub that needy little clit of yours?"

"I—um…"

I don't miss the way the pulse in her throat picks up, or the way her lips part to take in more air.

"Answer me, Jordan."

"I just…"

Her cheeks get brighter and brighter as the seconds pass—exciting. I enjoy her embarrassment, but I don't enjoy her defiance.

"Do I need to repeat the question?" I ask firmly.

"No, sir."

"Then answer the question."

"I rub my clit." She rushes the words out, turning her head away. I grasp her chin and force her to look at me.

"Do you not enjoy fucking yourself?"

"No," she breathes out.

"No…"

"No, sir."

"Why not?"

"It doesn't feel as good as…"

"As a cock?" I finish for her.

"Yes, sir."

I smile, let go of her chin and straighten, looking between her and Rafael. I wanted her to fuck him while I watched. Knowing she hasn't had anything in that pussy of hers in months, it makes me want the first feel. What to do… What to do.

I drag a finger up her thigh and brush it over the slit of her pussy. She's soaked. Slippery wet. Her eyes flutter shut.

"Are you going to let me fuck this pussy, Jordan?"

She whimpers, her hips thrusting against my finger. "Yes, sir."

I graze my finger over her hole, barely pushing inside. She trembles. I slide it up and press down on her clit.

"Let me taste it?"

"Y-yes, sir."

"Did you enjoy Rafael's tongue?" I tease the outside of her clit with the pad of my finger.

Her legs are shaking.

"Y-yes, sir."

I hum a sound of approval, leaning close to her ear. "You'll enjoy mine more." I take two steps back, and when my hand leaves her, she whines in disapproval. "Get up." She gets to her feet and I crook my finger at her. She steps to me, her eyes never leaving mine. I like that she's out of her element but is still obeying. I pinch her nipple, and she bites her lip, muffling her whimper. "Do you like being told what to do?" I ask, tilting my head to the side.

Her lips part. "By you," she admits.

What a perfect answer.

"But not by anyone else?"

She shakes her head. "No, sir."

"Unbutton my shirt."

She reaches for the top button and undoes it, her fingers trembling. She moves to the next until she's at the bottom and can't go anymore.

"Untuck it," I tell her, and she pulls it out of my pants. I hold my wrist to her, and she undoes the cuff link. Same with the other. Rafael is there to take them without me telling him to. He places them on the dresser and goes back to the bed. "Take it off," I whisper as I lean in toward her to breathe in her sweet scent.

Her hands slip into my shirt, her palms brushing my chest and shoulders. She pushes it off, holding it out to drop it, but I say, "Put it on."

Her brow furrows as if it's a strange request. Maybe it is, but that's too bad. I don't have to repeat myself. She does as I say.

No question. No argument.

The black Armani shirt hangs off her frame in the most delicious way I've ever seen. My breath seizes in my lungs as I take her in. A beautiful angel wrapped in a sinful man's clothing.

God, this girl is…

She is already mine, whether she likes it or not.