Zina's POV
Opening my eyes, I realized that I was face to face with him, his lips set in a smirk.
He was sans shirt and shoes, I noticed as I looked down. I then noticed that I was, in fact, fully naked.
And then I realized that my arms were up and handcuffed to a bar above me.
My feet were on a platform, spread apart, with my ankles cuffed to bars running down the length of the
structure I was on.
I Was naked and spread open, my whole body on display for him.
"Jared,"I began to say but he brought a riding crop down against my right breast.
I gasped and wondered where the whip had come from as it hadn't been in his hand a second before.
"Do not speak, Zina, unless I say so. Do you understand," he asked, his voice husky and laced with
lust.
I huffed, "But Jared, what-," the sting of the crop against my other breast sent tingles down my body straight to my core and I instantly shut my mouth.
"Are you going to behave? You may speak."
"Yes, Sir,"I whispered, lust present in my voice as well.
"Good girl, Zina. I like when you listen. Good girls get rewarded. You want to be rewarded, don't
you? You may speak."
"Yes, Sir,"I breathed out and nodded.
He placed the end of the crop on my stomach and I shivered in anticipation. As he walked around me, goosebumps popped up on my skin in the wake of the crop as it was dragged across my body.
I felt the crop against my back and then he took it off my skin, but then I felt a sharp sting against my right ass cheek and it sent another tingle straight to my Core.
Leaning my head back and shutting my eyes, I felt his lips kiss my shoulder blade and then heard him whisper, "You like this, don't you? You like me whipping you. You want me dominating you, don't you, slut?"
Fuck. Another electrical current straight to my core. "Are you wet, Zina? Don't answer. Of course, you are. You love being my slut. You love it when I call you that. You love being Jared's little slut';, don't you?"
Another crack of the whip, this time against the left cheek.
I moaned and if I wasn't cuffed to this.. contraption, I'm sure my legs would've already given out.
The truth of the matter was that I fucking loved this.
I loved the sting of the crop, and I loved the harsh words. I loved it all.
I felt him slap my ass with his bare hand, hard enough to leave a print, and I gasped.
"Fuck," I let out a long but low moan, already knowing that I'd get punished for speaking out of turn.
"Language," he growled and slapped my other cheek.
"Daddy!"
I shot up in bed, the space around me soaked with sweat, my blanket tangled around my legs.
Groaning, I moved my hair out of my face.
Really? A wet dream about Jared?
A very sexy wet dream.'
And not only that...but it must've meant something,Bright? I was completely naked, laid out bare for him to see.
Should I look harder into this? Did this mean I was open, willing, and ready for him to use me as he pleased? Does that mean I accept him to be my mate?
I wasn't going to lie that I wasn't affected by that dream.
And the degradation? That was...new.
But not unpleasant…
I'd definitely have to bring this into play somehow..
I looked at my clock, seeing that it was 4:23 and huffed but figured I'd get up and start getting ready for the day. I knew there would be no way I was going back to sleep again.
Not after that dream.
****
Asher and I were having breakfast at the dining room table and I could tell he had something to ask me.
"What is it Ash? I know you have something to ask me.
I raised my head to look at him, he had a nervous expression on his face and began to wonder what he really wanted to ask me.
"Mum, can uncle Jared come see us often? He may not be my dad but I really like him." He asked while giving me that puppy dog eyes look.
I was just surprised by the request. I guess they really bonded yesterday because Asher is already missing him.
I already missed him.
"I guess if he's not busy, he can come around. But we have to ask first okay?"
Asher screamed and ran to me, pulling me into a tight warm hug.
"Thank you so much mummy, you're the best in the whole world. I love you so much."
Tears immediately came into my eyes and I felt my heart skip a beat. "I love you too little man, now go get ready for school."
He leaned up to peck my cheek and skipped away happily.
I got up to clean the dishes when a maid brought in a massive bouquet of flowers. They were pink and white roses and I felt my heart swoon from their beauty.
"Ma'am, someone dropped this at the door for you, and look it has a note." She said, handing me the note.
I opened it and instantly blushed at the intensity of its content.
"I'm coming to pick you up for dinner at around eight-thirty. Be ready.
Jared.
He wants to take me out to dinner nonetheless. I was happy he was trying to make an effort to get to know me.
But my biggest problem is, what am I going to wear?
*****
I wanted to look good and sexy for this date, so I decided that the spaghetti strapped black lace bodysuit that I paired with a high-waisted,mid-thigh leather skirt and black heels was 'sexy' enough.
I darkened my makeup with a smokey eye, mascara, and dark red lipstick and left my hair down in its current lions' mane.
At 8:20 I heard a knock on the door, signaling that Jared was here. When I opened the door I took my time drinking in his appearance. It was like he got better looking every time I saw him.
His hair was slightly more disheveled but in that I Messed-up-my-hair-on-purpose look, and the navy suit he wore really made his amber eyes shine.
"Good evening, Jared ," I purred as I watched his eyes roam my body.
When his eyes met mine he closed his parted lips, "You look..."
"Yes?"
His eyes looked back down at my body, "Well, you know you're a good looking woman. But you, my dear, look quite exquisite."
I blushed, "thank you."
He smirked, "You're welcome baby girl."
I closed the door and locked it and deposited my keys into my purse, "Ready to go?"
He nodded once before leading the way out of the house and to his car.
I felt I had been trying too hard and that I needed to tone it down a bit, but that was going to be hard to do when he brushed his pinky against my thigh over my dress while he was reaching for the gearshift again.
"Where are we going, Jared," I asked, trying to take my
mind off of the unintentional touch. I was studying his face to see if I could catch an emotion and so far he was proving to have a mean poker face.
He looked into my eyes after letting them roam my body and I saw his pupils dilate, "Somewhere exclusive. Only a handful of people know about it."
The thought of being brought into his world excited me and I clenched my thighs together at the tingles that shot to my core.
"Exclusive? " I asked, wanting more of his deep, baritone voice.
"Private," he added, "If we are to spend every day of our lives together, I'd like to get to know you a little better...and I don't want any interruptions."
I swallowed...audibly.
He wanted to be in a private place with me. He wanted to get to know me better.
I was internally screaming because the man beside me was too attractive for his own good. He would get me in trouble if I let him and, boy, did I want to let him.
We drove into the heart of the city and pulled.into an alley. I was about to say something about him being lost but then we got to the back of the building and it opened to a small parking lot with a few luxury vehicles already parked in spaces. He parked beside a Range Rover, shut the car off, and got out.
I waited for him to walk around to my side and open my door. His outstretched hand waiting, I grabbed it and got myself out.
When I was fully standing, I adjusted my skirt down my legs and bent into the car to retrieve my purse. Not missing his expression when I turned around, smiled, and asked, "You ready?"
"I am," he said and I noticed his jaw was clenched as he put his hand on the small of my back and ushered me towards a door at the back of the building.
He knocked on the door and a compartment in the door opened up to show a man's eyes, "Name," he asked.
"Jared Blackstone."
The compartment shut and the door opened for us.