Sub for a Week by Unknown Read Free Book Online Page B

"You know, when I saw you walk in tonight, I wasn’t sure it was you." He sucked in a breath, and I could almost feel him smiling against my ear. "It’s taken me years to achieve this level of control, even with a sub as tempting as you." His voice faded, and he returned to where he’d been standing earlier. "Now, I want you to take off your skirt—slowly. Let me see that beautiful ass you have hiding underneath."
    A tremor ran across my spine, which caused me to flinch from the sudden chill. Daniel just smiled, his eyes fixed on my hands and the direction they were heading. When they reached the top of my skirt, his breath caught. It was a small victory, but a victory all the same. He’d reacted. And if I had to guess, it was about to happen again.
    I slipped my fingers over the clasp along the side of my skirt, feeling the cool metal between my thumb and index finger. It would’ve been easy for me to unhook it and pull down the zipper against my hip, but I took my time.
    If I could tease him, then maybe I could get that breath to jump a little more. And just as I’d expected, when the clasp finally came undone and the fabric went slack under my touch, Daniel sucked in a breath.
    I smiled if only to myself before moving on to the zipper. We both held our breath as the room filled with silence. The sound of the zipper would probably echo off the walls, but neither one of us cared. Just like Daniel had practiced control as he stood in front of me, I did the same. Every fiber in my body wanted to hurry the fuck up. Instead, I slowed down. Way, way down.
    I wanted to enjoy it. Savor it. He still hadn’t said what he’d planned for the night, and the sooner I got undressed, the sooner it would end. I wasn’t ready to head back home to my empty apartment and my cold bed. Sleep be damned. If the night was going to be as arousing as it was now without any physical contact, I’d happily give up sleep for the rest of the week just to feel him touch me.
    The zipper came undone, and looking at Daniel for direction, I let the skirt fall down around my ankles. Once again, I straightened my posture and waited for him to say something, only he never did.
    Daniel closed the space between us. Cupped my face. Pressed his lips to mine. My eyes closed, and had he not been standing in front of me, I would’ve melted to the floor.
    I grasped at the front of his suit. Rumpled his clothes. I leaned against him as I fought against the dizzy spell spurred on by his hungry lips. When we parted, he was just as breathless as I was.
    Pressing his forehead to mine, he let his hand trail down to my bra, gently caressing my breast. "I would very much like to see what’s hiding under the rest of your clothes." Then, as if he just remembered where we were, he said, "Are you okay?"
    "Y-yes…" I coughed around the tightness in my throat. "Yes, Master."
    "Am I making you nervous?"
    I pushed a strand of hair out of my eyes. "Something like that."
    He glared at me, almost as if he was about to correct me, but the terse voice he’d been using never came. As soon as he stepped away, I reached behind my back to unhook the purple bra I’d thrown on. And like before, I let it fall down around my feet just as soon as Daniel nodded his approval.
    But when I went to remove the stockings and underwear, his hand wrapped around my wrist.
    "Allow me," he said, leaning over to draw the stockings down to my knees.
    I was half expecting him to take off my heels, but they were ignored. His eyes gave me the usual up-down I was used to seeing from most other guys, but it was the first time I’d seen Daniel do it to me, let alone anyone else.
    He stood back up and kissed along the side of my neck. Light. Barely there. Holding—begging for my undivided attention. So when his fingertips brushed my clit through the fabric of my purple underwear, it caught me off guard.
    He leaned in to kiss me again, muffling a short cry when he moved my panties out of the way—just