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get hard when I bucked my hips into him. He smirks at the slight widening of my eyes when I feel him getting even harder. Like it did in his kitchen, his tongue comes out to moisten his lips. I look at that tongue that has been torturing me and all the fear and anxiety are replaced by intense, pure unadulterated lust. Our lips crash together. His tongue slips into my greedy mouth and I suck it so hard that I hear a deep moan coming from him. It spurs me on and I know the wetness between my legs has nothing to do with us being out in the water. He tries to pull away too soon, but I have him trapped this time.

Well, who knew that this little swim would work to my advantage?

I hold on to him, threading my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening our kiss, and to my pleasurable surprise, he is letting me. He tucks his pelvis into me and I grind into him. I know I’m going to be in so much trouble for this, but I don’t care at the moment. His teasing has had me wound up tight for days and my coils have snapped. If I’m going to be punished, then I’m going to earn it.

Chapter Twelve

Sydney pressed into me is getting me aroused as we bob in the water, but she’s barely keeping it together. I dropped my Dom persona. It would only frighten her more. She’s clinging to me for life, and fuck me, I can’t get enough of it. The feel of her legs wrapped around me as she clamors to get closer has me more than pleased.

I knew I wanted to be out in the water with her, to play with her, and get her to do that squealy little giggle she still does when she’s excited. It never occurred to me she’d be so terrified of deep water, but it’s proven to be an added bonus. She’s a boa constrictor and I like it.

I know she’s been unhappy with the total power exchange and that brings me no pleasure. If I wasn’t such a selfish bastard, I wouldn’t keep her locked away, but I’ve waited too long to have her and now that she’s in my hands, I won’t let her go, and I sure as hell won’t share her with the rest of the world. She should be grateful I’m allowing her friendship with Bree, but from what Joe’s telling me, I should cut that shit out.

Before we arrived here, I called ahead, telling my house manager to make herself scarce, but not before making sure everything was as it should be. I didn’t want anything to ruin our getaway. I hope that it’s making her happy so I can feel a little less like the bastard that I am.

So far, I haven’t been able to get even a giggle out of her. She used to giggle all the time bouncing around my office, teasing me about my “ugly cheap looking blue suits” while forcing me to listen to her horrible taste in music.

I thought clothes would make her happy. She used to obsess over them, so I made sure to fill her closet to the brim. I wanted to see what it felt like to spoil her. I can understand why Roger did it. She’s much too beautiful for anything less. Brianna informed me that the clothes didn’t seem to faze her. Decorating her room didn’t do it for her either. She’s pleased about going to school, but I’d hardly call it a giggle-worthy thrill.

It was sheer luck when I caught her daydreaming that her bottled water was a soft drink the other day. I hate that sugary shit. Never would I have allowed soda in my kitchen, but she seemed to want it and I wanted to reward her. For what, I don’t know. She’d blatantly broken the rules that night. I knew she was upset after she visited with her father. Joe reported to me, as he always does, and I saw evidence of it while I watched her on the surveillance.

I have cameras in all parts of the house, but never have I used them as much as I do with Sydney. She fascinates me and I can’t help but watch her. I was very upset when I saw her just pick at her lunch, so I had Brianna prepare an appetizing dinner, making sure she included Coke.

I was livid she’d broke the rule about being late for dinner. Aside from the playroom, it’s one of the few things I enjoy doing with her and I wanted every minute of it. I went straight up to her room and found her asleep on her bed, clutching on to the ugliest stuffed rabbit I’d ever seen. Her face was tear-stained and she looked so damn pathetic, I thought of dropping the charges against her father right then and there. Of course, my selfish obsession with her wouldn’t let me do that, so I stormed out of her room without so much as a word.

Just when I’d calmed down enough not to want to punish her, I glanced at surveillance and saw she was standing in the kitchen on bare feet. Another rule broken. She could’ve stepped on something and hurt herself. I was pissed all over again. I was itching to spank her until she came into my office, turned on the waterworks, and became a blubbering mess. What the fuck was I supposed to do with that? I just gave up and told her to go eat her damn dinner.

I heard her squeal when she saw the soda. Squealing over a can of soda. It doesn’t take much to make her happy. I came into the kitchen while she had it up to her lips. She’d forgotten herself and stared at me, and I sure as fuck