gave me a pointed look. “You know, I was hoping you'd wear a little more. This is going to shorten my plans for the evening.”
I got up off the sofa moments later, and habit forced me to stare at the floor. “I'm sorry, Sir.”
“It's okay. It's my fault for not being specific. And what did I say about keeping eye contact?”
I looked at him from under my lashes. “Sorry, Sir.”
“I'll excuse it this once. Now, show me to your room.”
I'd already been down this hall countless times since I got home, but now everything was enhanced. The walls grew closer together, and when we passed by the mirror hanging on one of the walls, I couldn't help glancing at it to see Thayre's face. His head was turned so he was looking at my back, but any note of apprehension I hoped to find was absent along his rigid jaw line.
I stopped outside my room.
“Aren't you going to let me in?” Thayre asked, his eyebrows raised when I faced him.
“I thought you should go in first, Sir.”
Thayre inclined his head. “I may be acting as your Dom right now, but I'm still a gentleman. Go on inside and stand in the middle of the room.”
I swallowed and allowed myself a bit of hesitation before doing as he asked. My feet were suddenly too loud against the coarse carpeting. I didn't have to look behind me to know Thayre had joined me. Floorboards creaked beneath him as he kept outside my peripheral vision, and I mentally tracked him as he stepped closer. Behind me. Close enough for me to feel his breath on my neck.
I fisted my hands and held them at my sides, bowing my head and closing my eyes without correcting myself. He'd asked me to always keep eye contact, and already I'd disobeyed one of his first orders. He didn't scold me. Instead, he walked to my side, cool air brushing against my arm when he passed.
“Look at me.”
I lifted my gaze. Met his own when he came to stand in front of me.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Is this making you uncomfortable?”
He'd already seen me naked. Hell, we'd had sex half a dozen times since that first night. So why are you so nervous? Standing in the middle of my room, it suddenly felt as though I didn't belong.
“Moyra, I asked you a question.”
“Nervous, Sir.”
“But not physically uncomfortable.”
“No, Sir.”
He touched the hem of my teddy, which reached below my knees. “What are you wearing under this?”
I wet my lips. “Nothing, Sir.”
“Nothing? Nothing at all?”
I shivered once he let go of the silky fabric. “No, Sir.”
He released a long breath, then pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. “You aren't going to make this easy on me.” He reached behind me and yanked on my hair. “Right now, all I want to do is to fuck you until you beg me to stop.”
Please do.
“But I'm not going to.”
I blinked. I may have whimpered a bit.
He lifted the front of my teddy with his free hand, releasing a soft moan as he parted my pussy lips with a finger. “Not easy at all.” Thayre released me then and took a step back, the sudden absence of his touch throwing me off balance. “Take it off.”
“Sir?”
“Was I not clear?” Thayre's voice was terse. “Show me what you're hiding under your teddy.”
Dropping my gaze, I lifted the teddy over my head, allowing it to slip from my fingers and onto the floor. The cooler air kissed my skin, and I shivered as much from the change in temperature as Thayre's eyes on me. A moment later, I dropped my hands to my sides, anxiously waiting for whatever he asked me to do next.
“Unbutton my shirt.”
I stepped toward him, and, with shaking hands, went to work on the top button. Never in my life had it been so hard to shove a piece of plastic through the appointed hole, but Thayre was patient. Even when I almost had it and the button slipped out of my fingers, he was quiet. His breaths were even. His eyes set on me. On what I was, or wasn't doing.
The first button finally came
I got up off the sofa moments later, and habit forced me to stare at the floor. “I'm sorry, Sir.”
“It's okay. It's my fault for not being specific. And what did I say about keeping eye contact?”
I looked at him from under my lashes. “Sorry, Sir.”
“I'll excuse it this once. Now, show me to your room.”
I'd already been down this hall countless times since I got home, but now everything was enhanced. The walls grew closer together, and when we passed by the mirror hanging on one of the walls, I couldn't help glancing at it to see Thayre's face. His head was turned so he was looking at my back, but any note of apprehension I hoped to find was absent along his rigid jaw line.
I stopped outside my room.
“Aren't you going to let me in?” Thayre asked, his eyebrows raised when I faced him.
“I thought you should go in first, Sir.”
Thayre inclined his head. “I may be acting as your Dom right now, but I'm still a gentleman. Go on inside and stand in the middle of the room.”
I swallowed and allowed myself a bit of hesitation before doing as he asked. My feet were suddenly too loud against the coarse carpeting. I didn't have to look behind me to know Thayre had joined me. Floorboards creaked beneath him as he kept outside my peripheral vision, and I mentally tracked him as he stepped closer. Behind me. Close enough for me to feel his breath on my neck.
I fisted my hands and held them at my sides, bowing my head and closing my eyes without correcting myself. He'd asked me to always keep eye contact, and already I'd disobeyed one of his first orders. He didn't scold me. Instead, he walked to my side, cool air brushing against my arm when he passed.
“Look at me.”
I lifted my gaze. Met his own when he came to stand in front of me.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Is this making you uncomfortable?”
He'd already seen me naked. Hell, we'd had sex half a dozen times since that first night. So why are you so nervous? Standing in the middle of my room, it suddenly felt as though I didn't belong.
“Moyra, I asked you a question.”
“Nervous, Sir.”
“But not physically uncomfortable.”
“No, Sir.”
He touched the hem of my teddy, which reached below my knees. “What are you wearing under this?”
I wet my lips. “Nothing, Sir.”
“Nothing? Nothing at all?”
I shivered once he let go of the silky fabric. “No, Sir.”
He released a long breath, then pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. “You aren't going to make this easy on me.” He reached behind me and yanked on my hair. “Right now, all I want to do is to fuck you until you beg me to stop.”
Please do.
“But I'm not going to.”
I blinked. I may have whimpered a bit.
He lifted the front of my teddy with his free hand, releasing a soft moan as he parted my pussy lips with a finger. “Not easy at all.” Thayre released me then and took a step back, the sudden absence of his touch throwing me off balance. “Take it off.”
“Sir?”
“Was I not clear?” Thayre's voice was terse. “Show me what you're hiding under your teddy.”
Dropping my gaze, I lifted the teddy over my head, allowing it to slip from my fingers and onto the floor. The cooler air kissed my skin, and I shivered as much from the change in temperature as Thayre's eyes on me. A moment later, I dropped my hands to my sides, anxiously waiting for whatever he asked me to do next.
“Unbutton my shirt.”
I stepped toward him, and, with shaking hands, went to work on the top button. Never in my life had it been so hard to shove a piece of plastic through the appointed hole, but Thayre was patient. Even when I almost had it and the button slipped out of my fingers, he was quiet. His breaths were even. His eyes set on me. On what I was, or wasn't doing.
The first button finally came
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