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“And why not? I’ve always found your body devastating to look at. That’s why you’re here now.”
“I hoped it was because you valued my business acumen.”
“But I do. I’m simply glad your opinions are packaged so beautifully.”
“You haven’t really mastered the art of giving a lady compliments, have you? That was shameless?”
“You’re wrong there. I’ve mastered it all. I’m just giving you what I want you to hear.”
“That figures.”
She tried reading again, even though her skin was prickly, crawling under the heat of his scrutiny.
“Raise your skirt,” he suddenly said, jumping into the private space in her mind once more.
She peered up at him, knowing the game was beginning. And the excitement of that possibility made her anxious, but not so much she’d be obvious. Still poised, still gazing at her book, she raised her long wide skirt inch by inch until it was at her knees. Then, she raised it an inch more.
She read the same paragraph in her book a half dozen times, after each time realizing that she hadn’t comprehended anything her eyes had seen. She was waiting for the sound of his voice again and another command.
“Part your legs and pull back your skirt,” he said at last.
She stared at him again, and replied silently, with a half smile on her burgundy red lips. Raising her skirt to mid-thigh, she opened her legs so he could see between her thighs. How far he could see, she wasn’t sure. Continuing with her reading, she managed to get through another two paragraphs of nonsense, thinking it might be better just to give it up, but then, it was a fun game. And the next move was Reggie’s.
Nearly a half hour later, Jocelyn was really reading the words in the paperback getting into the story. She almost forgot that her legs were wide open, though she didn’t miss Reggie’s occasional glance between her parted thighs.
“Put down the book,” he finally said and she was all too ready to comply. Now, open your sweater.”
This time she stared at him directly as she followed the order, seeing in his eyes the same expression she often saw from him when he was in this dominant state of mind. Was he aroused? she wondered.
Three small pearl buttons completed the task. Letting the sweater fall away on either side, he glimpsed her white lace bra.
“Remove it,” he continued.
Wiggling out of the garment, she let it drop to her side.
“And the bra,” he added.
She unfastened that, too, and tossed it away.
“Your skirt,” he said nodding to the silky garment remaining.
So dispassionate, unemotional, not a flicker of anything passed over his impeccable cool face.
The skirt she buttoned down the front for easy access – how convenient. Undoing it was as easy as undoing the sweater, and when she’d completed the process, she opened the skirt to reveal her white satin garter belt. No panties. (That hadn’t been a direct order, but his ever increasing effect on her was obvious. For hours at a time, she caught herself thinking like a submissive, doing little submissive things Reggie would appreciate.)
“Come here, Jocelyn,” he said.
The physical distance between them was small. Though in attitude, they were miles apart. She breached the two feet and was immediately forced to turn around, Reggie pushing her over, her head hitting the seat she’d just left. Jocelyn welcomed his hand on her bottom and thighs, and the gentle exploration brought out the gnawing desire that had been hidden inside for hours, unexpressed. She responded to him, moving against his hands, asking for more.
“You want to tell me what happened to the corset?”
“It’s in my suitcase.”
“Did I tell you not to wear it?”
“No, but I thought I’d be more comfortable traveling without it.”
“A submissive female wouldn’t mind the discomfort as long as she’s pleasing her master.”
