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to. But he was so precise in his word choice, I now know it
must be intentional. It must take so much self-control to be so specific as to
what he did and didn’t say. But it also gives him an out. He can always point
back to a conversation, repeating exactly what he said as his defense that he
told me clearly what I was in for.

CHAPTER 10

 
    I was like a
deer in the headlights. It wasn’t like I didn’t know that at some point along
the way, I’d be naked with him, but geez, this man moved quickly. And, just
like with dinner the other night, he really didn’t beat around the bush at all.
    And there was
something so illicit, so nerve-wracking, so exciting, about taking my clothes
off in front of him. It’s a very different sensation than how it usually
happens. A dinner date, a few glasses of wine, a cocktail or two, and ending up
with some guy in semi-darkness, undressing each other. This was almost the
antithesis of that. It was daylight. I’d had a few sips of wine. And I had an
audience. And as nervous as I was, I couldn’t have been more turned on.
    He sat
impassively, expectantly, waiting. With shaky hands, I put my wine glass down
on the table and slid off my clogs. Maintaining eye contact with him, I stood
up, and lifted my shirt over my head, dropping it onto the chair behind me. I
reached around my back and unclasped my bra, feeling my blush more feverish now
and knowing my chest must be pink. I didn’t have to look down to know that my
nipples were completely hard. I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, and slid
them, along with my g-string off, trying to step out of them as gracefully as
possible, and then put them over on the chair.
    I had never
been embarrassed about my body, in fact, I was rather proud of it. I worked
hard at staying in shape, exercising regularly, and it showed. Even though I
was 36, I still had the same body, and fit into the same jeans, as when I was
in my early 20s.
      “You have a lovely body, Jennifer.” His
voice must have dropped an octave.
      “Thank you, Sir.” I whispered. I was
surprised I was able to get that out at all.
      “Now, come over here, kneel down, and lay
your body across my lap.”
      “Yes, Sir.” Again, I whispered. I
wondered if he could see my heart beating, it was pounding inside my chest so
hard. I walked over to him on shaky legs, grateful that it   was only a few steps, and then, as
gracefully as possible, took a step back with one knee, steadied myself, and
then put the other down. I had to lift back up a bit to lay myself across him.
      “Scoot a bit more so your breasts are
hanging over the other side of my thigh. You may rest your hands on the floor.”
He commanded as he started rubbing my ass. I wiggled a bit to get in the
position. “Good, girl. Now spread your legs for me.” I did, and you would have
thought I had just run a marathon, I was panting so hard. There was something
so naughty, so erotic about all of this, and he had barely even touched me.
Yet.
    I was
completely exposed, feeling the sun and his hands on my body warmed me like
nothing I had ever felt before. With his left hand, he was rubbing my ass so
tenderly, and the backs of my thighs, my back… and his right hand had reached
under and grabbed my right breast. He started rubbing the nipple between his
thumb and forefinger, increasing the pressure, I knew my pussy was getting
wetter and wetter. And I knew that he would soon feel it.
    Then suddenly,
his left hand lifted off of me and I felt a whoosh of air before it landed on
my ass. As it did, he squeezed my nipple harder. I flinched. Then he spanked
the other cheek. He went back and forth, varying the exact position so that he
wouldn’t hit the same place twice. Every time his hand landed, he’d squeeze my
nipple, so it was a combination of pain and pleasure at the same time, even
though he was now pinching my nipple so hard that it was starting to become
painful too. But the overall sensation was so hot, so