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“You can do this,” I encourage my reflection.
The card reader on the door beeps followed by the soft hiss of the lock releasing. It’s now or never.
I square my shoulders and turn to face Michael, plastering a smile on my face.
* * *
Michael
Her smile is wrong. It’s not the one she was giving me at the pool when she was happy and lost in bliss.
This is the one she has for a roomful of executives before she has to do a presentation. It’s nervous and wobbly.
I want her out of her head and back to the present, to enjoying our time together. “Did you follow my instructions?” I intentionally keep my voice harsh. By the pool, it made her nipples pebble when I took control.
She pulls nervously at the robe. “You didn’t say I couldn’t put on a robe afterwards.”
I kick off my shoes and move to turn on the lamp. It’s too dark in here for me to fully appreciate her.
She puts a hand on my arm. “Don’t.”
I tip my head toward her, waiting for her explanation. Her vulnerability is oddly arousing to me. I expected her to be more like her heroine but she’s not brash and demanding. She’s timid and shy.
“I’m not…beautiful,” she stumbles on the word. “Or experienced.”
The picture over the fireplace in the apartment flashes in my mind and I can’t help but wonder if her insecurities stem from growing up with her mom. It couldn’t have been easy living in a model’s shadow.
Still, I need Katie to understand who is calling the shots tonight. I turn on the lamp. “We’re doing this my way, remember?”
She’s afraid to be seen and I won’t have this. I won’t have her thinking she doesn’t deserve to be worshipped, to be shown how exquisite her body is.
I put a hand on the small of her back and propel her toward the mirror. Standing behind her, I wrap my fingers in her hair. “When I look at you, I see red hair that I want to tangle my fingers through. I see brown eyes that fill with compassion for the weak and anger at oppression.”
I press a kiss to her robe-clad shoulder.
She eases her back against my chest though she’s not fully relaxing.
“I see shoulders that carry the weight of the world and yet never hesitate to support others. Do you want to know what else I see?”
She nods.
Reaching for the belt of her robe, I notice the nervous way her gaze meets mine in the mirror. Hasn’t anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?
I pull apart the robe and let out a little sigh. “I see breasts that are round and full,” I reach for them, loving the way they fill my palms completely.
“I see nipples so responsive,” I whisper, running my thumb across one. It pebbles under my touch.
She lets out a soft moan.
I do the same thing to the other nipple and spend several long minutes, playing with them. I alternate between rubbing and pinching until she’s groaning.
Finally, I move my hand lower, touching her side in a gentle caress. “I see soft curves that make my mouth water and fill me with a million dirty thoughts.”
I continue lower. “Thighs that I ache to be between. Legs that I want wrapping around me.”
Tugging at her white panties, I pull them down to reveal her sex to me. “I see a pussy that’s bare and swollen and glistening for me.”
I slip my fingers against her skin and let out a noise of pure appreciation. I trace her slit then remember what she said about being inexperienced. Slowly, I slip a finger inside of her wet heat, studying her expression in the mirror.
