looked
completely out of place in front of such an expensive property, and uncertain
about her outfit. She didn't have a lot of dress clothes; there had been little
cause for her to buy fancy clothes over the past few years, and even less money
to spare for such things. The white mini-dress she had on was the best she
could come up with from her meager wardrobe.
If Janie had been home
she would have borrowed something a little sexier.
The mini-dress was made
of cotton and was really nothing more than a long t-shirt with a cute neckline
and hem. She'd slid on a pair of comfortable sandals, but now she had arrived
she regretted not going with a pair of heels. Heels would at least have made
her look a little more dressed up. It was too late to do anything about her
outfit though, she thought as she made her up to the door.
The butler let her in,
informing her that she was to go straight down to the dungeon.
Earlier she had been so
excited at the thought of seeing Rhett again that she could barely contain
herself, now though, hearing that he was waiting for her in the dungeon she
felt a nervous shiver run through her. She clasped her hands together to try
and stop it as she followed the butler.
When she reached the
bottom of the dungeon stairs Leah looked around, not seeing Rhett anywhere. Her
hands clenched into small fists at her sides as she fought her anxiety.
"Rhett, Sir?" she called out softly.
He walked around the
corner into view and smiled warmly as he saw her. She looked like a frightened
lamb in the white mini-dress, and too damn young, he thought. "Hi,
sweetheart." He held out his arms and she walked into them quickly,
eliciting a chuckle from him. "Did you miss me?"
She wrapped her arms
around him, breathing in his scent. In his arms she felt safe; all the
nervousness she had felt just a moment before was gone, she couldn't even
remember why she had been nervous. "I did, Sir, I thought about you all
day," she told him quietly.
He was amazed, not just
by her honesty, but by the way she didn't hesitate to admit her feelings.
"I missed you too, sweetheart." He squeezed her a little before stepping
back. "Are you ready to start your ten nights?" He smiled as she
nibbled on her lip at his question and then arched a brow, letting her know she
needed to stop.
She realized what he
wanted the moment he looked at her like that and stopped, releasing her lip.
"I think so, Sir." Her voice shook a little as she thought of the
things he might do with her.
"Good," he
said with a smile. "Now, let me go over a few things with you. When you
walk down here from now on, I expect you to undress and leave your clothes in
the training room." He pointed to the small door at the back. "When
you have done that you will kneel before this cross, understand?"
"Yes, Sir,"
she answered, not quite understanding why she should have to kneel before the
cross, she doubted it had anything to do with religion. She realized there was
no point in her asking for an explanation however, so she kept her mouth shut.
Instead she asked a question she thought he might answer, "What are you
going to do with me tonight?
Rhett nodded in satisfaction
before he answered her. "Tonight you are going to dance for me."
"Dance for you,
Sir?"
"Yes, Leah; I want
you to strip and make me want you, without touching me at all." He grinned
as her eyes widened. "If you try your best, I won't punish you." His
voice deepened into a tone of command.
The thought of him
punishing her had her biting her lip again, before she remembered he didn't
like it and stopped. "There's no music, Sir," she said, not sure how
she was supposed to dance without music. She wasn't sure about dancing for him
anyway, it was not a skill she possessed, never having done what he wanted
before, but without music it would be all the more difficult. Nonetheless she
was determined to do her best.
He chuckled. "I
can fix that, sweetheart." He walked over to a small box on the wall and
pushed a
completely out of place in front of such an expensive property, and uncertain
about her outfit. She didn't have a lot of dress clothes; there had been little
cause for her to buy fancy clothes over the past few years, and even less money
to spare for such things. The white mini-dress she had on was the best she
could come up with from her meager wardrobe.
If Janie had been home
she would have borrowed something a little sexier.
The mini-dress was made
of cotton and was really nothing more than a long t-shirt with a cute neckline
and hem. She'd slid on a pair of comfortable sandals, but now she had arrived
she regretted not going with a pair of heels. Heels would at least have made
her look a little more dressed up. It was too late to do anything about her
outfit though, she thought as she made her up to the door.
The butler let her in,
informing her that she was to go straight down to the dungeon.
Earlier she had been so
excited at the thought of seeing Rhett again that she could barely contain
herself, now though, hearing that he was waiting for her in the dungeon she
felt a nervous shiver run through her. She clasped her hands together to try
and stop it as she followed the butler.
When she reached the
bottom of the dungeon stairs Leah looked around, not seeing Rhett anywhere. Her
hands clenched into small fists at her sides as she fought her anxiety.
"Rhett, Sir?" she called out softly.
He walked around the
corner into view and smiled warmly as he saw her. She looked like a frightened
lamb in the white mini-dress, and too damn young, he thought. "Hi,
sweetheart." He held out his arms and she walked into them quickly,
eliciting a chuckle from him. "Did you miss me?"
She wrapped her arms
around him, breathing in his scent. In his arms she felt safe; all the
nervousness she had felt just a moment before was gone, she couldn't even
remember why she had been nervous. "I did, Sir, I thought about you all
day," she told him quietly.
He was amazed, not just
by her honesty, but by the way she didn't hesitate to admit her feelings.
"I missed you too, sweetheart." He squeezed her a little before stepping
back. "Are you ready to start your ten nights?" He smiled as she
nibbled on her lip at his question and then arched a brow, letting her know she
needed to stop.
She realized what he
wanted the moment he looked at her like that and stopped, releasing her lip.
"I think so, Sir." Her voice shook a little as she thought of the
things he might do with her.
"Good," he
said with a smile. "Now, let me go over a few things with you. When you
walk down here from now on, I expect you to undress and leave your clothes in
the training room." He pointed to the small door at the back. "When
you have done that you will kneel before this cross, understand?"
"Yes, Sir,"
she answered, not quite understanding why she should have to kneel before the
cross, she doubted it had anything to do with religion. She realized there was
no point in her asking for an explanation however, so she kept her mouth shut.
Instead she asked a question she thought he might answer, "What are you
going to do with me tonight?
Rhett nodded in satisfaction
before he answered her. "Tonight you are going to dance for me."
"Dance for you,
Sir?"
"Yes, Leah; I want
you to strip and make me want you, without touching me at all." He grinned
as her eyes widened. "If you try your best, I won't punish you." His
voice deepened into a tone of command.
The thought of him
punishing her had her biting her lip again, before she remembered he didn't
like it and stopped. "There's no music, Sir," she said, not sure how
she was supposed to dance without music. She wasn't sure about dancing for him
anyway, it was not a skill she possessed, never having done what he wanted
before, but without music it would be all the more difficult. Nonetheless she
was determined to do her best.
He chuckled. "I
can fix that, sweetheart." He walked over to a small box on the wall and
pushed a
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