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right. When he checked his phone, she’d texted to assure him she was free and would whip up something for dinner.
    Her excitement came through, and he shared it. He was hungry for more than her cooking. He downloaded the movie and forced himself to watch half an hour while planning what he’d do to her. A good Dom did his homework and so did a good companion.
    When he arrived fifteen minutes early, Bridget was casually dressed in jeans and a V-neck blue T-shirt that showed a bit of cleavage. Her feet were bare, and her hair was clipped up. “Come in; it’s almost ready.”
    She kissed him as he stepped in the door, and he held her for a second. “I think I can count on two hands the number of times I’ve seen you in pants. Only when there’s deep snow.”
    “Oh, that. I like jeans for the weekends. I wear shorts at the gym.” She turned to the stove and stirred a pot. “But I think I look better in skirts.”
    That was only half the story. He studied her ass in the low-riding, worn denim. “I think this looks very nice for cooking and housework.”
    She gave him a smile. “I was going to change before you got here, but I didn’t want anything to burn. You’re a tad early.”
    “Want me to go wait in the hall?” he asked.
    “Not a chance.” She snapped off the stove and dished out the food. “Sit.”
    He let her serve the food this time. Saucy rice, chicken with a buttery glaze and garlic rolls. Not bad for short notice.
    “Wine?” she offered.
    “A little, thanks.” He sipped it but never drank much when he intended to play.
    “Should I change?” she asked before sitting.
    “No, you won’t be wearing it long.” He smiled.
    She sat and ate. “What did you do today?”
    “Just the usual. Groceries, the gym and a little bill paying. Paper grading. I might show my class some clips from the Tudors regarding Henry the Eight.”
    She nodded. “I think sometimes dramas can help students relate to history. Everything is so visual and interactive these days.”
    They fell into easy conversation about the monarchs of England, and he made sure she switched to water after one glass of wine just as he did. Talking to her was too easy. After the dishes were cleared, she looked toward the hall. “I should change. This isn’t sexy.”
    He stood in her path. “So you want to play with me more?”
    She bowed her head slightly. “Yes, Sir.”
    “Good. Take off your clothes right now. No need to change.” He folded his arms.
    The smile on her face was priceless as she tugged off her shirt and folded it before setting it on the coffee table. She brightened up any room, but he liked her neat and orderly apartment with the delicate couch and ladylike chairs. Soft greens and earth tones made it feel like her place.
    Her jeans were off when he looked back. She wore cotton, bikini-cut panties again, but light blue today. The bra matched, and he got a nice view between her full breasts when she bent to remove the underwear. His cock stirred as she set aside the bra.
    “You like cotton underwear,” he said.
    She shrugged. “I didn’t think you’d want to see me tonight.”
    “Why?” He walked around her and inspected her pink bottom. All that work had faded quickly.
    “I wasn’t available before, and I thought you’d make me wait for you. I’m glad you didn’t.”
    “I don’t play mind games.” He stood in front of her and moved in close. Kissing her, he laced his fingers around her wrists and moved them to the small of her back. She crossed them naturally, and he reached one of his hands back to grab the cuffs.
    She kissed him softly with eagerness and hope. “Trust me?” he asked.
    “Of course. What would you like me to do, Sir?”
    “Be still.” He clicked the cuffs around her wrists and watched her eyes sparkle as she tried to move her hands. Not a flinch of fear or panic. She kissed him instead.
    Grabbing her ass, he pulled her against him and let his hands roam. Her soft moans were perfectly