The sound of the door closing makes me tense. He’s here. Where else would he be? It’s his house. This was probably the biggest mistake of my life. He doesn’t speak, simply walks away, and I have two choices. I can either follow or leave and never look back. The latter would be smarter. I take the foolish route. He leads me to the center of a breathtaking room that has me glancing around in wonder and awe.
“Kneel.” I don’t question why, I listen. Before I know it, I’m paying homage on the cool marble floor, hands behind my back with my fingers intertwined. My stomach clenches as I hear his footsteps moving closer. My eyes close as I fight for the strength to ignore my fears.
A part of me wants to stand up and run from the room. I’m fully dressed but I’ve never felt so vulnerable in my life. Without warning he covers my eyes with a blindfold, taking away my option to open them for assurance. Without my sense of sight, my other senses take prominence. The smell of his cologne, the faintest hint of his movement, the longing for even the slightest touch. My heart is racing, and I can’t catch my breath.
“Stand.” The strength in that single spoken word makes me tremble as I find my feet. I know the beauty of the man that gave the directive. Even in my fear, I imagine the pleasure of having his long fingers trace down my cheek again. It was the only touch I’d had from him, but tonight that could change.
“Take off your shirt.” I startle as his deep, hypnotic voice gives me the order, yet there’s no hesitation in my movements. Removing that barrier gives him more power, and I offer it willingly. The inherent shyness I feel is pushed aside for his pleasure. My fingers fumble as I pull it over my head, casting aside my doubts along with the material.
“Your bra as well.” I can feel the heat of his breath whispering into my ear, telling me he’s standing right behind me. My nervousness intensifies. Reaching back, I undo the clasp and force my fingers to work both the straps off my shoulders. It falls to the ground.
“Turn.” A part of me wants to refuse out of modesty, no man has seen me this way before. My body doesn’t hesitate though. Lowering my head in embarrassment at revealing myself, I search for inner strength.
“Chin up.” He’s disappointed in my weakness. Quickly, I do as he asks, wetting my dry lips with the tip of my tongue. Refusing to cower from my nudity, was a lesson I needed to learn. “Good. Now the skirt.”
His praise spreads warmth through my body, while his command demands more. I want to beg for a reprieve, a moment to gather my thoughts. I know it will disappoint him, so I continue. Sliding the zipper down on my skirt slowly, I allow it to slip down my shaking legs, and step out carefully. Standing before him in only three-inch heels and a lacy thong, I’d never felt so bare.
“Pinch your nipples.” The request startles me, and for a moment, I hesitate. “Now.” He didn’t raise his voice instead he lowered it, yet my fingers flew to do his bidding. The deep baritone of his tone speaks to my senses in a way that defies reasoning.
My breasts feel heavy, and my breathing becomes labored. Warring emotions of fear and excitement battle inside, and I don’t know which is more prominent. Shifting my weight as the wetness pooling between my legs grows uncomfortable, I realize my concerns no longer matter. This turned me on. He spoke to some hidden part of myself that had been locked away. I couldn’t comprehend why I wanted to belong to this man who was still a stranger to me. My body understood.
I heard his movements as he stepped behind me, then felt the warmth of his breath in my ear as he spoke again. “Is this still what you want?” My mouth was so dry I wasn’t sure I could speak. Physically I wanted this with every fiber of my being, mentally I was afraid and wondering what I’d gotten myself into.
Those beautiful fingers grazed my cheek lightly as I hesitated to speak and without explanation, I whimpered. How was it possible to ache for a touch so desperately? The hold he had on me was terrifying. So why was I putting myself through this? I knew the answer. No man had kindled the fire in my soul the way he did. “Yes.” There could be no other reply but that one.
“Panties off. Then kneel.” The demand was given softly, with a sensual drawl that made me come alive in ways I’d never fathomed. His hand gently fell to the top of my head and he caressed my hair. I was instantly enthralled. When he removed that contact I felt bereft. “I will own you.”
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