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Submission and a need to protect should be urges that canceled one another out, and yet, as she walked beside him, mouth open in case he wanted to fuck her there, she felt both.
Josslyn glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, looking at him through her lashes. She thought she understood submission. Thought she understood what she both wanted and needed.
Ilias was making her question what she knew, and she was starting to worry that by the time the game was done, she’d be forever changed.
Ilias quickly reworked the order of events for this scene. Beside him, Josslyn was relaxed, her footsteps light, shoulders loose. When she walked in here, she’d been tense and tight. He’d assumed she was tense with anticipation. She didn’t follow the rules as precisely today as she had yesterday, but he hadn’t pounced on that, again assuming she was tense because she was waiting to find out what they’d be doing first.
He’d taken her submission for granted. Yesterday, she’d knelt with no prompting, and he’d made assumptions about her based on that. But his Josslyn was more complicated than she appeared—and he was fairly certain that was because she worked hard to present herself as both easygoing, and here in the club, easy to top.
He hadn’t known her long so it was foolish to assume he fully understood her, yet at the same time, the conversations had been intense and intimate. At a certain point, it was less about how long you’d known someone and more about the quality and intensity of the time you spent together.
Nearly every moment with her had been intense.
They stopped beside a portable massage table set up under one of the rooms’ task lights. The sturdy massage table was made of padded cream-colored vinyl. Against that backdrop, a blood-red latex dress shone like a ruby.
In addition to the simple skintight dress, he had thigh-high stockings and long opera gloves, both made out of the same red latex. A bottle of specialty talcum powder, made especially to be used with rubber clothing waited on the floor.
“Shiny, Sir,” she said softly.
“It is, isn’t it?” Ilias picked up the dress and held it against her, visually measuring.
“It might be a bit small,” Josslyn said. “Plus, I don’t really have the body for that.”
“What?” He looked at her, genuinely confused.
Josslyn pointed to herself, the point just below her bellybutton. “I have a bit of a belly pooch.”
Ilias set the dress down and then perched on the edge of the massage table, arms crossed on his chest. “I know that body standards for women are insane, but I have to tell you that I’m genuinely shocked that you think there’s anything wrong with your body.”
“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it, Sir. It’s more that dresses like that are meant for women who are firm and toned.”
Ilias grabbed her hips and pulled her to him. Josslyn slid between his knees, her ability to spread her legs hindered as she was now trapped between his thighs. Ilias pressed his hand to her sternum, his thumb resting lightly on one breast, just below her nipple. He dragged his palm down the centerline of her body, stopping to cradle the area in question. Rotating his wrist, he positioned his hand so the tips of his index and middle fingers just nudged her mons pubis.
“I can’t wait to see you in that shiny dress, see it hugging every curve on your body. Including this one.”
Josslyn ducked her chin. He couldn’t actually see any change in color on her cheeks, but her posture said she was blushing.
He leaned in, brushing his lips over the top of one breast. She sucked in air and then released it with a soft sigh.
“But,” he murmured against her skin, “we’re going to save the dress for later. We’re actually going to start with the more extreme option.”
That wasn’t his original plan, but given how the morning had gone, it was the better course of action.
She froze. “Sir?”
Ilias nudged her back, and Josslyn resumed her rule-driven stance—legs spread wide, arms at her sides, palms facing out, chin up, but gaze down. He stood and tapped her cheek. She immediately parted her lips.
“Good girl.”
Ilias gathered the red latex pieces and carried them across the room to where he’d left the other item. It was still in the padded white envelope the company had used to courier it. He’d ordered it yesterday once he’d seen the list of items for R, and before summoning Josslyn for the first time.
He pulled it out and walked back to the massage table. He carefully spread it out so she could see what it was.
“How much do you know about rubber and latex clothing?” Ilias asked.
“Not much, Sir. Because I’m not even sure what the difference is between rubber and latex.”
“I didn’t either,” he admitted. “When I found out our letter, and started looking at your checklist, I did some research. For our purposes, they’re essentially the same, because I have no desire to get into the technical, chemical difference.”
