by Megan Slayer
Razor’s Edge Press
eBook ISBN: 06148-01974
Calen’s issued a challenge — her naked before the wall of windows in their sixth floor apartment. Accepting his terms could mean relinquishing her heart. Will Elisha please her master or walk away forever?
Note: This title has no chapter breaks. Please enjoy the first scene.
“I have a challenge for you.”
Elisha licked her lips and swallowed past the lump in her throat. Calen’s voice rumbled through her body and sizzled in her pussy. He offered challenges to her all the time. He loved to push her buttons and show her erotic avenues she’d never dreamed of. His last challenge had been for her to wear revealing clothing and a remote operated vibrator during a party. She spent the whole time in a state of near orgasm and only found release when they returned home and fucked against the door. What had he dreamed up this time?
She worried her bottom lip for another moment. He only used her pet name when he really wanted something. Oh, what the hell? “I accept.”
“Good girl. The instructions are in your email.”
The click on his end of the line vibrated in her brain. No goodbyes. No words of sentiment, other than good girl. She flicked the screen on her phone to access her email.
Wait. Nude. Breasts and hands against the glass.
Watch for me.
Do not come.
A shiver of excitement and anticipation sliced through her. They hadn’t tried voyeurism. Memorizing the command, she placed the phone on the coffee table and glanced at the clock. 7:48. Calen would be home in what… half an hour? She could handle the challenge. Easy.
She strode into the bedroom and popped the button on her jeans. She yanked the tunic up over her head. Clad in her jeans and bra, she glanced up at the painting. Calen had insisted she paint a portrait for him — of her. Looking at herself in the nude didn’t do much for her. But he loved it. He’d hung the painting above the fireplace where he could see it from the bed.
Now I can look at you whenever I want.
She had no idea he’d take the idea farther. Being able to work on her paintings from the apartment gave her the freedom to work in whatever clothing she pleased.
Show your world to me. Show me, Ellie.
She stifled a shiver and touched the thick rope of sterling silver at her throat. From the moment they met, she belonged to him. Only after they had sex and began living together did she truly realize how much he owned her. Elisha eased the straps of her bra down her shoulders and chuckled. No one would guess her straight-laced, polished, suit-wearing boyfriend was so domineering. She cupped her breast and pinched her nipple hard. Would he have her play the muse again?