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“No listen to me… If I could think of the damn safe word you gave me, I’d use it.” I’m still struggling to get loose when I catch him watching my tits bounce. “Get these off of me… I can’t breathe.”
He flips me around and removes the rope quickly before he pulls me against his chest in an attempt to calm me. I shove off of him, holding my chest to fight the panic that has already set in.
“I should’ve known I couldn’t do this. My anxiety was reason enough and it’s obvious I should’ve taken it into consideration.” My heart is racing and I wish like hell I could go back in time and never leave my bedroom this morning.
“You can wear one of your new dresses to dinner until you’re more comfortable with the idea of leaving the room naked.”
“Oh, that’s mighty thoughtful of you… but I hate to tell you… I may never be comfortable with that.” I try to hide the sarcasm, but it’s who I am.
“Give it all time.”
“Damon… I should just go home. You can choose someone else, I’m sure you can find so many women that would jump at the chance to do all of this with you.”
“I don’t want anyone else.” He turns away from me and for the first time I have a few silent moments to really look at his back. I feel so many emotions when I take in the tattoos covering him. I want to ask him about all of them, but I know they’re all special to him. He doesn’t want this to get personal.
“Why?”
“Because I chose you.” I contemplate the situation and wish like hell he’d say more than he simply chose me. He’s so hard to talk to. For someone who wants me to open my mind up to him, he’s very closed off.
“If I do this, I want you to spend an hour every day just talking to me. I need to feel a connection with you that’s built on more than just you telling me to trust you. I’m not a people person Damon. In fact, I really hate people. The last thing I want to do is go to dinner with anyone else, let alone go buck ass naked.”
“I can do that. But if you ask something I don’t want to talk about, I won’t.”
“Fair enough.”
“If you wear that dress, I expect it to be the only thing you wear.”
“See this is us compromising. I like this.” I move to the closet, hoping my new clothes will be in there. My eyes go wide when I see how many outfits he has for me. I let my fingers linger over the lingerie as I pass it. He has two shelves stacked with sexiness that I hope I get to wear one day, not that I’m sure I’ll look any good in them.
There’s just as many dresses and shirts… less pants, but that’s understandable in this place. “I thought this was only going to last two weeks.”
“It is.”
“Why so many clothes then?”
“I wanted you to have options.” His voice seems to be even further away when I pull a red dress from a hanger. The front is revealing yet classy… and when I flip it around I quickly see that the back is also.
Slipping it on, and opting to stay barefoot I make my way back out to him. He’s messing with the cameras, so I wait patiently.
“Tell me Camille, how does that ass feel?” He looks at me to answer.
“It’s tender.”
“And what about between your legs?” I fight the blush that’s trying to spread across my body, but fail.
“It’s also tender.” And sensitive… and ready for more, but I don’t tell him all of that.
