His Every Touch [The Complete Series] by Harriet Lovelace Read Free Book Online

thought of those dark
gray eyes pleading, kiss-swollen lips begging, was enough to make him want to
excuse himself to his bathroom to relieve the tension. They were going to start
slow.

Which means the first part of his fantasy was about
to become a reality.

Rule #1. Unless given permission, the sub is not
to wear panties.

His intercom buzzed and his assistant's voice came
into the silent room. “Ms. Bell here to see you.”

“Send her in,” his voice betrayed none of the chaos
churning inside him. After all these years, it was finally beginning. Courtney
Bell was going to be completely and unequivocally his.

He didn't turn when the door opened or even when he
heard it close. His hands twitched in his pockets at the soft brush of her
shoes on the expensive carpet. After they stopped, he waited in silence,
letting it draw out until the energy between them was nearly palpable. Only
then did Vance turn. He let his gaze run over her, heated and lingering.

Her ash blond waves were down and loose, framing a
pale face. Her eyes were wide, a mixture of fear and desire in their stormy
depth. She'd chosen to wear a pale gray blouse under her black jacket, both of
which, along with her matching skirt, had been fitted to flatter her curves.
But unlike any of the other men who may have admired her today, Vance knew what
lay underneath the fabric. He knew that her sheer stockings stopped mid-thigh,
just two inches above the hem of her skirt. The bra he'd ordered her to wear
under a pale-colored shirt of her choice was black lace. The matching panties would
be, however, absent. His eyes dropped to her feet. She'd done as he instructed.
A new pair of black heels gave her an extra four inches and enhanced her
shapely legs. If he hadn't already been half-hard, seeing her would've done the
trick. As it was, he needed to adjust himself, a grin playing over his lips
when her eyes followed his hand to his crotch.

“Have you followed all of my instructions, Ms. Bell?”
Vance sat down, folding his hands in front of him.

“Yes, sir.” Courtney's voice was faint.

“If you ever lie to me.” Vance assumed the soft, even
tone he used when in this role, carefully devoid of real emotion. “The
punishment will be far more severe than if you merely disobeyed. So I'll ask
you again. Did you follow all of my instructions?”

“Yes, sir.” The words had a bit more bite and some of
the fear had faded from her face.

“Show me.” He leaned back.

Color rushed to Courtney's cheeks, and she hesitated.

“Now, Ms. Bell.” Vance raised an eyebrow. “Or do I
need to call Emma in to help you?”

Pale pink turned into lovely red as the threat
registered. He waited, half-expecting her to safeword. She'd never done this
before and there was never a way to know for sure how a submissive would behave
when put to the test. When Courtney's hands moved to unbutton her jacket, he
breathed a mental sigh of relief.

The jacket parted slowly the minute tremble in
Courtney's hands barely visible. As she discarded the garment, Vance's gaze ran
along the faint outline of the bra under the lighter silk. The undergarment
would only show in the right light and only if one knew to look. It was
perfect, the type of thing that could honestly be explained away by missing
laundry day or just grabbing the wrong garment while in a rush. But because
Courtney knew the real reason, she'd constantly be afraid that someone would
see and guess the reason behind it.

“Unbutton the shirt,” Vance worked at keeping his
tone lazy, as if every nerve in his body wasn't taut under his skin, as if he
didn't want to just say 'fuck it' and take her right there. “But don't untuck
it.” He added.

The glance over her shoulder told him what he needed
to know. He stood and crossed to his door. The lock clicked softly into place.
Emma had already been told not to disturb him with Ms. Bell, but Courtney
didn't need to know that. This would be a good time to set down