When she sat back, there was a sparkle in her blue eyes he’d never seen before.
“What would please you now, Sir?”
The fact that she wasn’t a newbie who needed hand holding or instructions turned him on even more. She’d slipped right into it.
“Sir? Not Master? Your blog said Masters Wanted.”
A cautious smile crossed her lips. “That title needs to be earned. I’ve never called anyone that. Only my forever Dom will get that title.”
Even in submission, she’d handed him a challenge, and this one, he wasn’t sure he could meet. Forever was a long time. “Let’s get started then. Stand up, and slowly, take off your clothes.”
Chapter Three
Standing slowly, she eased off her sweater and folded it neatly. The look in his eyes aroused her further. He’d listened, and he wasn’t just nodding like a bobble head. She believed he meant it.
She unbuttoned her skirt and slid it down to the floor. Stepping out of her pumps, she regretted wearing boring cotton cream and paisley panties. They did match her bra but were bikini cut, if it helped. “I have lace and satin at home.”
“I have nothing against cotton.” He slid his hand from the top of her thigh-high nylons up to her hip and momentarily slipped a finger under the material.
Carefully folding the skirt, she fought the seductive fog he was putting off. She worked free her tiny blouse buttons then slipped it off and set it atop the skirt.
“All of it, Sir?”
He stood and nodded.
Letting the panties fall, she sat on the edge of the chair to roll off the stockings.
“Not those. They can stay,” he said.
Smiling slightly, she kept her eyes down and put the stocking back in place before unhooking her bra. She stood up and waited for more instruction.
“Move over here away from the table.” He pointed to a spot on an area rug in front of his coffee table.
She admired his apartment from what her gaze allowed. It was very manly with dark leather couches and wooden tables. It felt very much like him. Standing on the indicated spot, she waited. Inside her a fire raged for relief, but he’d tease her first. Since he’d walked into her office that morning, she’d been wet and restless for play. Now, she was naked for him.
He was so calm and deliberate that she wanted to rip off his clothes and give in that instant. What a punishment she’d get! But it was their first time, and she wanted to be good. He had to come back for more. Of all the outcomes from that blog, she’d never imagined this!
“Why are you grinning?” He pinched her ass.
“I was thinking that this is the last thing I dreamed of when I wrote that blog last night.” Lying was pointless. He could have her if he wanted.
“I never expected this either.” He caressed her ass cheeks then slapped one of them.
The fire grew, and her skin tingled. “Thank you, Sir.”
“You like it?” he asked in her ear.
“I do. Please, tell me what to do. Let me service you.” She ran her hand along the front of his dress pants.
The view of him, sleeves rolled up as if ready for work, so intent on her made her feel the complete opposite from last night. He wanted her. His cock pulsed under her touch before he pushed her hand away. This was special. When he smacked her ass twice on each cheek, harder than before, she knew she was where she belonged. Moaning softly, she closed her eyes as the wetness in her pussy grew.
“Take that clip out of your hair,” he said.
She obeyed quickly. He took it from her then played with it along her sensitive breasts.
“Please,” she said.
“What?” he asked. “You don’t like it?”
“No, I love it. Nipple clamps, clothes pins, I love it.” She could nearly get off on rough breast play, but he’d learn that.
“Then please what?” he asked, standing dead in front of her and very close.
The scent of him was like books with a hint of musk. “Please, Sir, let me see you.”
“Ah. Fair is fair.” He stepped back. “But I don’t think this game is fair.”
“At least, your shirt, please. I promise I won’t touch unless you allow it.” She fought the urge to tear his shirt open and lick his chest.
“What do you want right now?” he asked.
“To rip your clothes and suck your cock, Sir.” The words flew without shame. There was a bit of relief behind them. The anticipation of what would come next charged her.
“You may unbutton my shirt,” he said.
Her hands flew to his chest and carefully worked the buttons loose. When she spread the fabric, she nearly fell to her knees. All the hard muscle and teasing layer of chest hair she’d imagined were true. His broad shoulders and strong arms were so sexy, and she couldn’t stop herself. She kissed the center of his chest and licked to taste his skin.