up.” His voice was deep and the tone left no room for disobedience. She stood with a whimper.
“Strip.”
Her eyes flew to his and he saw hope and heart-wrenching joy reflected in them.
“Eyes down, girl.” If she wanted him to be her first, if she really wanted this, he was going to proceed the way he would with any sub. “You will keep your eyes down at all times unless ordered otherwise. Am I clear?”
When she only nodded and lowered her eyes, he added, “You will also answer every question and command verbally.” He stepped closer and whispered right into her ear, “And you will call me Sir.”
“Oh God.” Zoe trembled and he chuckled when her knees almost gave out.
“No, darlin’, Sir will be enough.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Hearing it whispered from her for the first time was as potent as any of the drinks he’d had tonight.
“Now, I believe I gave you an order.”
With another mumbled, “Yes, Sir,” she reached shaking hands to the hem of her dress and drew it over her head before letting it fall to the floor.
“Stop.”
Her hands, which had been about to remove her panties, fluttered at her sides.
“You left the house without a bra?”
The dangerous tone of his voice must have registered with her because the first words out of her mouth were, “I’m sorry.” She risked his punishment by looking up for the briefest second. “I was so mad at you, and I only wore what I did because I was hoping you wouldn’t let me out the door. I bought that dress for you in the first place, you know. Besides, it’s not supposed to be worn with a bra.”
The tips of her breasts were already tightly puckered, and those luscious mounds swayed gently with her erratic breaths. He took the time to look his fill, increasing her anxiety and her desire while she waited for his commands to continue. Her body was flawless perfection to him. Full lush breasts, long limbs, round hips and a nipped-in waist. She had all that dark hair curling in abandon around her face and shoulders, and one midnight curl was cradling a breast the same way it had at the airport. The memory had him closing his eyes for a moment to catch his breath.
He opened his eyes and looked at her hips. She wasn’t wearing a thong tonight. She had on a pair of those boy-cut underwear that looked as though they’d been painted on. They were a deep raspberry color and he could clearly see the outline of her pussy lips as well as the fact that her little clit was already swollen and poking out between them. It was also obvious she was wet. He walked around her and let out a soft curse at the view from behind. The painted-on look only grew more so from back here. Gage could clearly see where the seam rode up the center of her ass. The bottom seam left the lower curve of those firm round cheeks bare, and Gage could actually feel the saliva pool in his mouth at the sight.
“Go on.”
She hesitated only a second before he heard her murmur her assent, then slipped the material down her legs and stepped out of them.
He stepped close enough that he was pressed to every inch of her from the thighs up. He knew she could feel the erection he was sporting for her, and as for what he could feel… “Darlin’, this ass of yours has been drivin’ me crazy for a week and I am goin’ to make you pay for that.” He dipped his knees and pressed against that ass while her breathing grew frantic, and she let loose with a small cry.
“In all your readin’ today, did you read about safe words?”
She only nodded at first, so he reached up and grasped one tightly budded nipple, and pinched. Hard. “You’ve been told already, darlin’, you know how to answer me.”
“Yes.” She arched and gasped. “Yes, Sir. I did. Sir.”
He chuckled but didn’t let go of her nipple. He tugged lightly at it and gave it small twisting pinches just to make her squirm.
“Your safe word is goin’ to be Alamo, because just like those poor bastards there, I think you
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