He wouldn’t disappoint her. “Yes, Ma’am.”
“Rule two. If at any stage you want to stop, you say red and everything will stop right away, scene over.”
“What if I don’t want the scene to be over, but am unsure about something?”
“Good question. In that case, you can say yellow. I will then ask you what is wrong, and we can discuss whether to stop the scene or keep going.”
He really hoped he could handle what she was about to dish out. “Okay.”
“Any other questions?” Lizzie asked.
He shook his head. He didn’t think responding with “how soon can we get started” would be appreciated.
“Well then, Ernest.”
He winced at the use of his real name. He hated it, but if she wanted to use it, he wasn’t going to argue.
“I want you to go upstairs, take off every last stitch of clothing, move to the center of the room, and get on your knees, head bowed.”
He didn’t wait to see if she had anything else to stay. He was up, out the booth, and on his way. He put his hand is his pants pocket to check the key he hadn’t needed earlier was still there. He wasn’t going to give her a chance to change her mind. She’d said yes, and he was going to do everything in his power to make sure she never said no again.
Lizzie’s heart pounded with anticipation as Brute all but ran out of the room. She couldn’t help but notice his ass looked good in his slim-fit pants. She hadn’t known what to expect when she came down to speak to him, but his heartfelt honesty had thrown her for a loop. Brute was always such a cocky SOB, so to see him drop the façade and be completely honest with her had touched a part of her heart she’d thought long dead. It had also put her libido on high alert.
The urge to sprint up to the room behind him rode her hard, but if she’d learned anything over the years, it was anticipation was the best form of foreplay. A sub’s mind could go to all sorts of naughty places while waiting for his mistress. Of course, the same could be said for her, because the images playing out in her mind were sending her arousal skyrocketing.
She waited an extra few minutes, giving Brute ample time, and then made her way up to the room. Standing in the elevator, alone, she checked her appearance in the mirrored wall. Brute’s coat was like an oversized dress, covering her from neck to knee. In the reflection, she couldn’t see what she wore underneath at all. She chuckled as inspiration hit. She reached under the coat and took off her skirt and folded it into one of the big pockets then did the same with her corset. She couldn’t wait to see his face when she had him undress her.
The elevator dinged to announce the arrival at her floor. She stepped out and hurried down the hall, with pep in her step. She took a couple of deep breaths then slid the card into the lock.
Stepping inside, her heart beat a fast tattoo at the sight. Brute had done exactly as she’d instructed and even had the forethought to face the door so she could see how excited he was. And, boy, was he excited. She’d seen her fair share of cocks over the years, but his was perfect. Long, not too skinny or thick, with a big shiny circumcised head. Yeah, this was going to be fun.
“Good job, pup. I am very impressed. Are you ready to get started?”
“Yes.” He didn’t budge an inch—so well behaved for a novice.
“You may look up, Ernest.”
He winced as he had done before. She’d never understood why he hated his name so much, but, by the time she was finished with him, he was going to love it. He stared at her, his eagerness and excitement clear as day.
“Stand and come to me.”
He stood with a grace someone of his size should be incapable of then took two strides until he stood only inches away. Making him wait, she let her gaze roam his features. She saw him all the time but never gave herself the opportunity to really ogle him. His sandy-blond hair begged her to run her hands through it, and she could get lost in those green eyes of his. And that jaw, oh, how she wanted to kiss and lick it. She wanted to pull him close and rub up against all his rock-hard muscles, but that would only provide temporary relief. She had a whole night to play with him, and, by God, she wasn’t going to waste a minute.
“Undress me, please, using only one hand. The other you are to keep behind your back.” Letting him use two hands would make it way too easy and reveal her surprise to him too quickly.
He placed his left hand behind his back and grabbed the first button of the coat with his dominant right hand. Deftly, he undid it, and then, with one swift yank, he tore the rest of the buttons open.
“Jesus Christ!”
