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“Thank you,” he said, a small smile finally lifting his lips.
“No, thank you for reminding me that I don’t want to be that person.” Giving him a huge smile, I continued, “So, let’s start over again, all right?”
“That’s exactly what we are doing. We gave each other the gift of paper—and on that paper, we also gave our gift of new vows,” he said. Sitting back, he moved his hand but only to turn it over, his fingers slightly curled. “Now, remove your panties, and place them in my hand.”
Even as my mouth opened to form the ‘what?’ I realized we’d come full circle. “But, I apologized!”
“You did,” he concurred. “Words are easy, Hannah, and we’ve agreed to leave the easy path behind as it wasn’t working.”
“Brett, honey, it’s our anniversary.”
“I’m well aware of that, but what day of the week is it?”
“Fri…” The word froze in my throat as I understood its meaning. That specific day of the week had been chosen for a purpose. A purpose I had agreed to, but it didn’t keep me from swallowing hard and trying one last time. “But it’s our anniversary,” I repeated.
Brett nodded. “It is, and I can’t think of a better date to begin. I’ll ask you one last time to remove your underwear and give them to me.”
I so wanted to ask what would happen if I refused, but I saw a vision of me being pulled from the booth; plates, glasses, bowls of salsa and the basket of tortilla chips swept aside as he bent me over the table. I could practically feel my skirt being lifted and the panties I’d refused to remove raked down my legs a split second before his hand landed on my bared ass. Not one prone to have premonitions, it felt as if every single cell in my body was assuring me that this would indeed be my future if I didn’t obey his… his command.
I began to slide out of the booth.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Feeling my face heat, I whispered, “To the ladies’ room.”
His eyebrow quirked higher. “You may go after you’ve done as I’ve requested.”
“You can’t be serious!”
“We’ve already discussed that point. You’ll remove them right here,” he countered.
“Brett, you’re being ridiculous—”
“Excuse me?”
“What? If you’re expecting me to address you as Major Brett, you can think again,” I said, rolling my eyes. When his gaze didn’t even falter, not a sign of concession in them, I realized what he had found unacceptable in my statement.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean you are ridiculous, though, honestly, you have to admit you’re not being… well, you.”
“This is me, Hannah. The new me. The me you have needed to meet for a long time.”
I wondered if any of the people enjoying their evening could hear my heart pounding in my chest. Why did I feel as if I were in another dimension—one so unknown that I couldn’t think straight. “Look, I promise to behave. Please—”
“I find that hard to believe when you are misbehaving even as you make that promise.” He leaned forward, his open hand still lying on the table between us. “You agreed to this, Hannah. You have been searching for this for a long time. I also agreed, and I will not break my oath to you or allow you to break your promise to me.” He paused but only as if to make sure he had my complete attention before he said, “Now, I’ve asked you three times, which is two too many. Reach beneath your skirt, slip off your panties, and place them in my hand. I guarantee that if I need to remove them for you, you will like those consequences even less than you like the one you are facing now.”
I closed my eyes briefly, trying to assimilate what he’d said, what he was obviously very serious about happening. Not believing I was actually doing so, I slid closer to the wall, knowing the few inches didn’t truly guarantee privacy, but needing the illusion anyway. I slid my hands beneath my skirt and hooked my fingertips into the waistband of my underwear. Another wave of heat suffused my face as I was shocked to discover that just in the few moments of conversation, my panties had become damp. What the hell? Would he notice? What would he think if he did?
Lifting my hips slightly, I pulled the lace over my buttocks, which were clenching as the phantom feel of his hand on my flesh—in a way I’d never felt, never truly imagined becoming reality—flooded through me. Biting back a whimper, I slid the panties down, pausing when they reached the hem of my skirt. I lifted my eyes to see him watching… waiting.
“Please. I-I pulled them down. Isn’t that enough?”
“Are they in my hand?”
“No—”
“Then no, that isn’t enough. I gave you an instruction, Hannah, I expect you to obey it.” He flexed his fingers as if reminding me of where he expected my panties to be.
Catching sight of the waitress approaching our table, I whipped the garment down, drew my feet out, and wadding them as small as possible, pressed them into his hand.
