At Alyssa’s request, we are having dinner on the floor by the fire. I would rather have sat at the table, but I gave her what she wanted because tonight, she will be giving me what I want or need.

As she goes for the wine, I swiftly grab it before she can. With a glare, she demands, “What was that for?” I move it away from her. “If you want to see the room and spend time in it tonight, no more drinks for you. I need you to be at your best. You can have another later if you want it.”

“Yes, father,” she says sarcastically, rolling her eyes. I cock my brow at her, expecting her to put her head down or apologize. She does neither.

“Avoid being a smartass, kitten, as there will be consequences later,” I warn.

A devilish smile rises on her pretty red lips, and she crawls towards me, kneeling in front of me. “Is that supposed to be a threat?” she challenges.

I push my tongue into my cheek. “Sweetness, don’t push me because you will be the one who comes out worse in the situation.”

She bites on her lip and smirks. The sound of the idea is appealing to her. It is what she wants.

“Mmm, that sounds exciting,” she purrs as she settles onto my lap.

I swallow hard, trying to keep control of myself. She is fully aware of her actions.

“Alyssa,” I moan in frustration.

Her lips trace my jawline as her hand runs down my chest. I tightly close my eyes and resist the urge to groan. “Sir, what’s the matter?” she whispers, her lips brushing against my ear, “Am I getting to you?”

“No.”

Even I’m not convinced by my own response. I don’t know how she will believe me.

With a giggle, she murmurs in my ear, “Tell that to your hardening pressed against me.”

It always exposes me, damn thing. I need to get myself together. I inhaled deeply and slapped her ass.

“Finish your dinner, Alyssa, or we won’t be going anywhere tonight,” I say, ensuring I sound assertive to remind her of my authority. I expect her to move away, but she doesn’t.

“Or what?”

My lust tightens and my arousal intensifies simultaneously. In a single swift moment, I forcefully place her on her back and hold her arms above her head. “You follow my instructions, kitten, or face punishment by denying what you crave tonight.”

Soon her smirk vanishes, and she pouts, murmuring, “You wouldn’t. You’re just as eager to show it to me as I am to see it, longing to push my boundaries and play with me in a new way.”

She is right, I wouldn’t, but making her believe it should be enough to make her behave.

“Do you want to test that theory?”

“No, sir, I don’t,” she says, shaking her head.

I grip her throat tightly, causing her to gasp loudly.

“Then you better behave and do as you’re told. Start by finishing your dinner and then slip into something a little sexier. I make myself clear?”

A strained yes escapes her lips. I smirk, lightly kiss her on the lips, and then separate from her. Alyssa doesn’t move straight away. I can hear her breathing. She needs a moment to collect herself.

I laugh and shift my attention to my meal. Finally, she sits upright and shoots me a fierce glare.

“You should know better than to try to play games with me. Now, dinner, every last bit of it, and then we can have some dessert.”

“I will finish my meal, but I don’t want any dessert. I won’t manage,” she replies.

“Okay, you can skip dessert if you want.”

I am not going to force her to eat. I am not a bastard. She managed her first course, and she will finish her second. That is more than enough. I’m aware she gets annoyed when I insist she eats, but I do it for her good. It is to make sure she is taken care of. Eventually, she will come to learn that.

Alyssa remains silent and finishes her meal. I collect the plates and stand up.

“Go and get changed. Once I tidy up, I’ll meet you outside the room.”

“Yes, sir. What do you want me to change into?”

I smirk before I answer. “You have the option to choose, but I expect you to be wearing the leather outfit by the end of the night.”

She nods eagerly and rushes upstairs to get ready for me. I tidy up in a hurry. It is make-or-break time. I don’t know how I’ll react if she rejects me. I hope she doesn’t. It would mean me trying to find another sub, and I have become fond of Alyssa during our time together. I’m unwilling to part ways with her, and if things go well, I won’t have to. She will enjoy it if she gives it a chance. She has loved everything up until now, which is why I know this. She is more than ready to become a sub on a different level.

I rush upstairs, but she isn’t where I told her to go. Where is she? It shouldn’t take that long to change. Did she have a change of heart? Did she fall asleep? As I enter the bedroom, I find her standing in front of the mirror, fixing her hair. I come to a halt when I see her. Seeing her in the outfit I didn’t assist in selecting is causing intense arousal. She’s wearing a black lace baby doll that’s sheer at the back and barely covers her ass. The front of it is visible in the mirror’s reflection. There’s a cut-out on her stomach area and the top only covers half of her breasts.

I emit a low, animalistic growl and position myself behind her. I place my hands on her hips and lean down to kiss her shoulders.

“Damn, kitten, what are you trying to do to me in this little thing?”

Her lips curl into a flirty smile as she pushes her ass against me, softly murmuring, “Seduce you.”

It doesn’t require much effort from you to do that, sweetness.”

She turns to face me. “Now, take me to your special room. You have had me wait long enough.” She pouts.

“Yes, I believe that I have.”

I press my lips against hers forcefully but quickly withdrew. I extend my hand to her. She happily takes it, her eyes lighting up. I let out a small laugh. She is cute when she is excited, even over something…

“Come on, sweetness, let me take you to sexual paradise.” I laugh.

She bursts into laughter and says, “A sexual paradise? Is that what you’ve named the room?”

I shake my head and chuckle. “No, it’s nameless.”

I lead her out of the bedroom, into the hallway, and unlock the door. Here we go. The one thing that could change everything…