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He motions for me to turn, and I’m facing the window as he steps up behind me. I gasp as his fingers trace across my neck before he slowly slides my zipper down on the dress.
My skin erupts in goosebumps as his gentle hands move down the lines of my body, sparks flying.
My core clenches, and I have no doubt he can smell my arousal.
It’s mortifying and hot in equal quantities.
“Bend over. These knickers of yours are something I want a better view of.”
I turn my head to face him, not sure if he means it, but he narrows his eyes.
“Did I stutter?”
I whimper and bend over in one fluid movement, grabbing my ankles. His large hand palms my ass, and I hear the sharp intake of his breath.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, princess. And I’m a very lucky man indeed.”
They’re not sexy underwear. Not even a little. They’re black, cotton, and cover me fully.
And yet, the desire in his tone is as if I was dressed in lace, pretty and beautiful.
It sends warmth through me. Even when displayed like this, I feel comfortable and confident. He doesn’t allow for anything else.
“Rest your hands on the bed.” I move once more without thinking about it.
“I’m going to take these down now.” His fingers hook my underwear, and I gasp as he slowly lowers them down. “Lift up.” I lift the right leg, then the left, but rather than dropping them, he pockets them.
“What are you doing?” I turn around, rising from the bed.
He cocks a brow. “Did I tell you to move?”
I tense. “I’m not… I’m not submissive, Toph. You can’t just boss me around.”
He nods, his eyes darkening. “I think… I think I might be more… dominant. Tendencies. Not pain—never pain. But…”
“But?” I prompt, cocking my hip.
“But control.”
I nod. “Okay.”
“Do you trust me?”
I don’t hesitate in saying yes.
He whimpers, and I can’t tell if it’s from arousal or unease. He looks opposite me, towards the right wall, and I smirk.
On the far right wall, there’s a large bookshelf stuck to the wall, creating a C shape with the two ends on the floor. There’s a huge collection of books, and when I’m not so focused on getting my mate naked and having my wicked way with him, I’ll absolutely be examining it.
In the middle of the bookshelf, though, is a very large mirror with a dark wood frame. It’s levelled nearly perfectly so that I can see myself from here, but across the entire bed, too.
That could be very useful.
“Christopher.” I demand his name, and he turns back to look at me. “I’ve had a lot of sex. Don’t growl. I have. I know what I like, and I’m pretty confident that you can give it to me. I don’t think I lean submissive, but it’s not something I’m against trying.”
He nods once. “You’ll let me lead?”
I grin at him. “Don’t I always?”
