The Runaway Bride - A Captive Flame Book One by Ashley Spector Page A

was a concern for later; I could visit the
restroom if I needed to.
     
    When I stepped
out carefully into his office, I couldn’t see Krystopher anywhere.
I smoothed my hair, looking around and wandering idly—his office
was so incredibly huge, even without taking the rooms attached to
it into consideration. I shook my head, once more stricken by the
implications of the wealth and power that Krystopher had at his
disposal. I sat down on the couch and almost moaned at the supple,
soft comfort of it. Part of my mind was still on the disciplinary
session that had just finished; I had almost wanted to earn a
punishment from my Master.
     
    I realized that I
wanted him to bring the whip down on me, like he had at our first
meeting. I wanted—I craved—to absolutely be possessed by him. The
thought of it scared me a little; I had always been my own woman.
After all, I had abandoned my own fiancé simply because the thought
of being married to him—or to anyone—had been a kind of bondage I
couldn’t make myself agree with. And yet, there was something
deeper and more elemental about the kind of ownership that
Krystopher exerted over me that didn’t scare me at all. He had made
me tell him—made me tell myself—that my pussy, my ass, my breasts,
my whole body, were his. I shivered as I remembered him taunting me
with the notion of fucking me anally, that I had nodded absolute
agreement with the fact that if he had wanted to do it to me, I
would give in completely to his pleasure.
     
    I was startled out of
my reverie by the sound of the elevator chiming. I sat up straight,
smoothing my skirt, thinking that maybe something had called
Krystopher downstairs to one of the other offices in the building.
Instead it was his personal secretary; she strode through the
elevator doors and her eyes widened at the sight of me sitting
there. I knew my cheeks were still flushed, my makeup was probably
smeared from the sex I had just enthusiastically enjoyed, but I
tried to maintain my composure the way that Krystopher wanted me to
do. “Where’s Mr. Danes?” the secretary asked abruptly, her eyes
narrowing and her lips pursing slightly.
     
    “He had to take a
call, so he stepped away,” I said. The urge to rub at my makeup
came over me and I suppressed it. The woman looked me up and down,
scowling slightly.
     
    “So, you’re a… a
business associate of his.” I nodded, straightening my shoulders
slightly and holding her gaze. Something about the way she looked
at me, the hesitation in her voice before she said ‘business
associate’ rankled. “Just tell him that the paperwork for the
Linfield acquisition just came in, and it needs his signature.” She
shook her head slightly and turned on her heel, clattering quickly
out of the room. I watched her punch at the elevator button with
her fingers and scowled at her back, thinking that even if she
suspected something, it was far from her place as a personal
secretary to be rude to me.
     
    I put it out of my
mind and waited as patiently as I could for Krystopher to return. A
few moments later, he came through the door to the roof, greeting
me with a smile. He came and sat down next to me, letting his hand
fall to my knee in a carelessly possessive way that I had to admit
to myself I liked. “Since you did such a good job in our discipline
session, and proved that you can indeed handle pressure—and that
you are capable of being an obedient little slave,” his voice
dropped low at the compliment, the sound of his accent caressing my
ear and sending a frisson of delight down my spine. “I am going to
give you a reward.” My eyes widened. The sex hadn’t been my reward?
That had been all I could think about. “We’re done for the day
here, Rhonda; anything else I need to do can be done on the fly.” I
thought about what the rude secretary had said, and decided
abruptly—and spitefully—not to deliver her message. “Have you ever
been to the opera?” I shook my head.