His Lady Godiva (Lovers and Other Strangers) by L.C. Giroux Page B

the glove compartment. Thank God for Pilates, she thought to herself. This skirt was stretchy and didn't hide anything.
    She was jumpy as a nervous cat on the elevator ride to his apartment. All her nerve endings were tingling, maybe dinner was a bad idea. She didn't feel like eating but there needed to be more to their relationship than just sex. There was more. They had spent a lot of time in bed but a fair amount of it had been talking too. Wasn't that what lovers did? The thought of Michael as her lover soothed her and made her feel warm all over. She didn't feel nervous because this felt wrong just nervous in anticipation. When Michael opened the door, she drew in her breath. It had only been a few hours and just the sight of him, handsome as he was, made her want to do nothing but curl herself around him. Unfortunately it also made her feel shy at the moment.
    "I missed you Violet."
    "I missed you too."
    "Look at me Kitten. Are you okay with this?"
    Why did him calling her that send shockwaves through her? She immediately felt drugged and wanted to tear her clothes off because they all felt too tight. Her lips felt swollen and he hadn't even kissed her yet.
    "Do I get a kiss, my sweet kitten?" he asked as he eased her down to sit his lap. Her arms went around his shoulders of their own accord.
    "Of course." She barely managed to say. It was hard enough to breath let alone speak, with her heart pounding the way it was. Then he was kissing her but it was more like making love to her mouth. There were little nibbles, licks, bites, suckling her lips, her tongue, exploring her teeth. His hands ranged over her body. She was lost in his kissing till she felt him smile and pull away.
    "You take to training well Kitten."
    "Hmmm?"
    "I wondered whether or not I would get to spank you before we left but you remembered my instructions."
    Violet tried to hide her gasp but knew she hadn't when she saw Michael's smile. "I said I would check, didn't I. Now get undressed Kitten, I have some presents for you."
    Violet almost fell off Michael's lap but managed to steady herself and started taking off her clothes in a daze. Michael reached over to the couch and picked up three jewelry boxes. As she removed the last piece of her clothing she moved closer to the fire. She was covered in goosebumps even though she wasn't really cold. Michael smiled at her and motioned for her to sit in his lap again. She shook her hair back from her face and tried not to feel self-conscious as she walked over and did as he wanted.
    He handed her the first box. "I think my pretty little Kitten would look even better in a beautiful collar." When she opened the box she gasped. Inside was a stunning necklace, choker length, each link was a diamond, or looked like diamonds, more likely they were CZs.
    "I'm afraid it was rather expensive so you'll have to wear it all the time."
    "You mean they're real?"
    "Of course, I wouldn't want anything fake for you, that would be like lying and I couldn't tolerate that. Here let me help you put it on." When he had fastened the clasp she turned to look at him and he nodded his appreciation. "Yes, quite beautiful. Now that you have a collar I think a leash would be appropriate?"
    "Michael..." He pulled a long sparkling chain out of one of the other boxes.
    "See, it is nothing to be afraid of. I'll just hook it here. Doesn't that feel good trickling down your back?" She gave a little shiver and yes it did feel sexy and erotic sliding over her skin. It was long enough that it just grazed the middle of her hips. She felt more sensual, her breasts heavy waiting for him to touch her. His whisper was like a caress in her ear "I love the way you look right now, pushing your breasts out, arching your back like that. But I have one more box for you." From that box he pulled another chain, this one heavier and longer than the last. He slowly reached around her waist and fastened it there. It slid down to settle at the top of her