“I wish to give you something before you play.”
He palmed his pants pocket. “A gift.”
Rhiannon glanced at him, then averted her gaze.
“Do you want to be punished before we even play?”
He dug in his pocket for the pouch.
“I’ll punish you later. You want it too much.”
Pride welled in his heart. “Look at me, Kitten. I want to see your
face when I give you this present.”
Rhiannon arched her back, presenting her chest.
She clasped her hands behind her back, just as he expected when they
engaged in a scene. So well trained.
“I’d like you to speak with me as well.” He
touched her chin, then emptied the contents of the pouch into his
hand. “This is for you.” The diamonds and emeralds sparkled on the
bracelet. “It’s platinum. Which wrist?”
She stared at the jewellery. “Sebastian.”
“Yes? Which wrist, Kitten?”
“I can’t accept the bracelet.” She backed away
from him, breaking the mood of the moment.
“Why?” Annoyance crept into his voice. “I wanted
to give you a token of my affection for you. What’s wrong with
“Affection?” she spat. “We never said anything
“Do you think I give these out all over town?”
Sebastian growled. She hadn’t told him something. Yes, he allowed
her to be detached when they played, but not for much longer. Either
they talked or he’d lose his heart forever. “You’re special to me
and I wanted you to have something beautiful.”
She dipped her head and offered her left wrist.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Was that so hard?”