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It’s fine. If that’s the word she wants to use, who am I to tell her no?
“Well done. Brie it is. If you say brie, I will stop immediately and care for you, okay? The scene doesn’t have to end because you’ve used the word, but I will stop what I’m doing and comfort you until you are ready to leave, or continue with something else. Do you understand, Angel?”
“I understand.” She swallows nervously, parting her lips like she wants to say something, but stopping herself.
“What is it, Angel? You can tell or ask me anything.”
“What should I call you…please?”
“You can call me, Sir, if it pleases you,” I instruct. “How does that sound?”
“Good… Sir. It sounds good.”
I smile, my whole body warming with satisfaction as I gaze at Angelica.
“Very well, Angel. From this moment forward, I am your Sir.” I don’t know why I felt the need to add the ‘your’ but I want her, at least for tonight, to feel as possessive over me as I am with her.
With those words, I lead her to a plush chaise in the corner of the room, our footsteps muffled by the soft carpet beneath us.
Guiding her to sit on the edge of the chaise, I stand before Angelica. I’m trying to put her at ease; I want my presence to envelop her like a protective shield.
“I’m going to touch you now, Angel, if I have your permission?”
“You have my permission, Sir.”
My hands brush over her shoulders, caressing her bare skin. She shivers but doesn’t shy away from my touch. My fingers trail down her arms, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake if the appearance of her goosebumps is any indication to go by.
“Tonight,” I begin, my voice low and commanding, “we will explore your desires, unlock the secrets that reside within you. But remember, Angel, everything we do is consensual and for your pleasure. If at any point you feel uncomfortable or wish to stop, say ‘brie,’ and I will honour your request.”
Angelica nods, her trust shining through despite her nerves. She is ready for this journey of self-discovery, eager to embrace the unknown under herSir’sskilled guidance.
“Do you wish to remain blindfolded?”
“Please, Sir.”
“Of course. Can I kiss you?”
“You may.”
As I lean in to brush my lips against hers she lets out a soft, contented sigh. I take it as a sign of her submission, and I pull away, savouring the taste of her lips.
Gently, I slide the straps from her shoulders, baring her beautiful skin to me. Though she’s still blindfolded, I can feel her watching me, waiting for my next move.
I trail my fingers along her clavicles, tracing the curves and dips with deliberate precision. The hitching of her breath tells me just how aroused she’s becoming, and I don’t try to hide my smile.
I guide her to lie down on the chaise, my fingers still exploring her body as she surrenders to my touch. The satin of her basque feels coarse compared to her silken skin, and I have an urge to rip it off. But it’s a temptation I restrain and push down.
She’s placing her trust in me, an apparent stranger, to give her a night she’ll never forget. I refuse to jump in and rush or do anything to make her uncomfortable. Hopefully as we get further into the night I can push her limits, but I don’t intend to go in hard.
“I’m going to remove my clothes now, Angel.”
She nods and I step back to remove my shirt and belt. When I place the belt on top of the wooden dresser, it clangs, making her jump. I make short work of removing the rest of my clothes and then I gaze down at my angel, my vixen, spread out on the chaise for me like a model in a French painting.
“May I remove your shoes and stockings?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her breath hitching as I slowly sink to my knees, take one of her delicate ankles in my large hand, and with the other, slide her shoe off. She trembles as I move to the other foot and do the same.
