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The level of endearment I had for her spunk had its limits. "Of course you have a choice. You can submit to me and be paid handsomely for it, or you can walk back through that door without consequences."
If my retort shook that iron will of hers, there was no indication in the way she didn't budge an inch. Our staring contest went on for a good two minutes and I almost wavered, opting for a different way to make the proposition more palatable, but her shoulders dropped and her glare became a little less deadly. She toyed with a curly brown tendril pensively, wrapping the lock tight around her pointer finger. I wanted her hair wild and free, bouncing to and fro as I took her. But there were other things that lied beyond my desire to hear her call me 'Sir'. To surrender control. I wanted to know her, body, mind, and soul.
And it contradicted the very nature of the contract.
She still hasn't given her answer. It could all be a moot point.
When she finally surrendered, turning those brown eyes to the wall, I was sure that she would walk out the door, leaving me with an unsigned contract and regret.
"O-okay," she relented, but she shied away from my gaze.
Her eyes would give me her true answer, and if we were to go forward, she needed to be certain.
"Look at me. I want you to say it again—and be sure."
My deep voice filled the room and she drew in a breath. She would either obey, or tell me to go to hell.
"I am sure. Yes." And with that, she signed the document with her pointer finger, the slight shudder not lost on me. When I took the tablet from her, I brushed her hand with the tip of my finger and nearly lost it when a full body shiver rocketed through her and crashed into me.
"Very well," I said thickly, clearing my throat and making a beeline for the liquor cabinet. I watched the bourbon fill the glass, then pulled the rim to my lips. I thought the alcohol would stem the raging waves of lust bent on taking me under before I could properly gauge her comfort level, but it just increased my thirst. My thirst for Leila.
I pivoted back to her, letting my gaze wash up and down her body. I wasn't sure where to indulge first; the nape of her neck, where her muscles flexed when she gulped with nervousness, or the curve of her breasts...
I sipped the bourbon and put it aside, ready to give my first command.
"Take off your clothes."
I knew it would catch her off guard; I was betting on it. She didn't disappoint.
"Now?" she said, mouth agape. "Here?"
Surprise was one thing, but I had little patience for her two questions, especially after I'd told her what I wanted her to do.
"I don't like to repeat myself," I glowered.
She gave me that stubborn glare that I couldn't deny made my cock thump. She raised her cute little chin and brought her fingers to her blouse. She ceremoniously unbuttoned each one until it parted ever so slightly, like her lips, that were no longer giving me attitude but practically pursed. I ached to kiss her, but not yet. Right now, I wanted to watch her submit.
She rolled the blouse off her shoulders and I savored the breasts I'd been fantasizing about ever since I felt them pressed against my chest. Heat rounded her cheeks, but she turned her attention to her skirt, pulling the black fabric from her lithe frame.
I smirked when her hands self consciously shot to her crotch, trying to hide her comic print boy shorts. When she glanced at me, I snapped the smirk into an indifferent line. Today, she needed a firm handed Dom. One to guide her through my expectations. How could she take me seriously if I was grinning like an idiot?
"Continue," I said smoothly.
She shut her eyes and nodded. She snaked her arms around and unhooked her bra. Need surged through me when it fell and her round, lush breasts bounced free. She immediately hunched forward, like she was trying to hide her body from me. With a body like hers with curves in all the right places, soft, and mine to do with as I pleased, that just wouldn't do.
I stood before her, seeing the same electric need setting fire to her eyes. I gently brought her hands back to her side. "Hands down."
Her eyes changed, suddenly alight with the thrill of the unknown. It was a fleeting moment because almost instantly, her face went a shade paler and her eyes shut me out.
"You're uncomfortable," I said, hearing the ruefulness in my voice. It made sense. I knew what I was asking of her. It took many submissives years to come to terms with their needs. It was paramount that she trusted me to guide her through this, even though my methods were less than conventional. And it was even more important to me that she know that while this was a sexual relationship, she was safe with me.
"Are you self-conscious...or afraid of me?"
I didn't keep my voice distant and closed off. I let her hear the vulnerability. It wasn't something I gave away freely, but with her, I felt a strange comfort in her eyes.
She looked up at me and let me see her. Every perfect feature was angled on me, and she let me back in.
"S-self conscious," she replied.
