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"Yes, what?"
I hesitated. He wanted me to call him something. To acknowledge he was a Dom and in control. "What do you want me to call you? Sir? Or Master?"
"What do I want you to call me? I want you to call me Master when we're in scene. I know you don't feel it yet. If you say it enough, if I make you feel it, eventually it will be second nature. I'll enjoy that. But more than that, I will enjoy you calling me Master even if you don't feel it."
"Why? Don't you want me to feel it?"
"Of course. That's what I long for. But I also just want your submission. Your obedience. I know you don't feel that I'm your Master now, but your willingness to just do what I command will please me in itself."
"Yes," I said, and swallowed "Master." I scrunched my face up because it just didn't feel right, but I did it all the same. I wanted to feel it. Maybe saying it would ensure one day that I did really feel it.
"Good girl," he said and stroked his hands over my body, over my shoulders and down my arms, then over my breasts. "When we meet from now on, after you cross that threshold and I kiss you the first time, it's a signal that we're in scene and I expect obedience. I'll call you Katherine or slave, you call me Master. Now, no more talking. No hesitation."
The shift in the atmosphere was palpable and I felt as if something descended over him, changing him subtly. Instead of just Drake with the guitars and dead father, he was Drake the Dominant, Master D, establishing control over the situation and over me.
That shift in him thrilled me.
He caressed my breasts for a moment through the fabric and then moved lower over my belly and to my thighs. Just his touch over my clothes aroused me, and I pressed against him, his erection hard against my buttocks. Desire welled up inside of me when he slipped one hand beneath my sweater to cup a breast, making my legs weak. The other hand slid up under the hem of my skirt and then he felt the garter belt.
"Mmm, I like this, Ms. Bennet…"
I smiled to myself, for he'd already messed up by calling me Ms. Bennet.
I was glad that I thought to wear the nylons and garter belt. Then his fingers moved and he felt my naked flesh beneath the garter belt.
"Oh, I really like this," he said, his voice low, husky. Sexy. "I like that you remembered and thought about this and how to please me." His fingers slipped between my labia and down lower to the entrance to my body. "I really really like that you're already so wet."
He kissed my neck while stroking my clit and I gasped, inhaling when his fingers penetrated me. He was tall enough so that he could reach down and slide his fingers under my skirt to feel the garters attached to the tops of my nylons. Then, he released me and turned me around to face him.
"Take your clothes off except for your bra, the garters and nylons."
Then he backed away and turned the wing chair around, sitting on it, his arms on the arm rests, his legs spread wide. His face was shrouded in darkness for the only light in the entire apartment came from a dim yellow bulb on a small table lamp by the fireplace and through the window from the street.
"Undress, Katherine. Slowly." He licked his lips as if his mouth was dry. "Touch yourself while you do."
I took in a deep breath and tried to squelch the usual shyness I felt about getting naked with a man. He'd already seen me naked. But I wasn't quite comfortable yet.
"It's a shame that you don't have some nice high heels, but I know you're not good on them."
I couldn’t say anything, my throat was so dry. I started with my sweater, unbuttoning it slowly. When it was fully unbuttoned, I pulled it down over my shoulders, letting it hang for a moment before removing it from my arms. I dropped it on the coffee table. Then I ran my hands down my body and over my breasts, cupping them briefly before moving down to the zipper in back of my skirt. I unzipped it slowly.
"Turn around and do that."
I frowned, but complied, turning around so that my back was to him. I pulled the skirt down and over my hips, bending down as I did. I knew this would give him a good view of my ass, my face heating as I did.
"Oh, Ms. Bennet…" he said and exhaled loudly. "I like this view very much…"
"You said you'd only call me Katherine or slave,' I said, smiling to myself.
"Shh," he said quickly. "A slave never corrects her Master."
I stepped out of the skirt and turned back, dropping it on the coffee table as well. Finally, I was there as he requested in my black lace garter and bra, sheer black nylons. I stood quiet, waiting for his next command.
He just stared at me, his gaze moving over my body. Then, he twirled his fingers. "Turn around, slowly. Let me see you from all angles."
I did as he commanded, turning around slowly, his gaze on my body making me so aroused.
"Lift your hair up, hold it up as you turn."
