Honey and Decadence (7 page)
The door opened to his left and Rhiannon strolled into the auditorium, her high-heeled boots clicking on the tiled floor. “Oh.” Her cheeks flushed and she bowed her head. “Sir.”
“Kitten.”
She folded her hands.
Sebastian drank in the sight of her. Her inky hair cascaded from the top of her head in thick curls. He yearned to remove the pins holding the curls in place and run his fingers through the locks. Knee-high black boots and fishnet stockings accentuated her lanky legs. He loved the feel of those legs twined around him as he pounded into her tight pussy. A leather skirt barely covered her assets. Soon, he’d divest her of the clothing and worship her lithe body the way she deserved. He suppressed a groan. She pleased him more than he realised.
“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.
“Yes, Sir.”
“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 that?”
“Affection?” she spat. “We never said anything about affection.”
“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?” He closed the clasp and arranged the bracelet on her arm. “The colours look beautiful against your skin.” Sebastian kissed her hand. “It’s an original.”
“Thank you, Sir.” She caressed the chain. “When do I play?”
“That’s the other thing.” He curled his fingers under her chin. “The concert isn’t for a large crowd like I suggested.”
“People bailed?” She tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. “So much for a comeback.”
“The crowds aren’t here because I didn’t want to share you.”
She stared up at him from behind her lashes. “I’m playing just for you?”
“Yes.”
About the Author
I always dreamed of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favourites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line.
I earned a BA in education at Kent State University and currently hold a Masters in Education with Nova Southeastern University.
I love NASCAR, romance, books in general, Ohio farmland, dirt racing, and my menagerie of animals.
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Wendi loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at
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Also by Wendi Zwaduk
Clandestine Classics: The Phantom of the Opera
Bound to the Billionaire: Play to Him
Whip It Up: Honey and Decadence
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