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“Stand up.”
She straightened and started to spread her legs, but he stopped her, hands on her thighs.
There was a tug near the top of her ass and then the sound of a second zipper. She thought the suit was tight before, but when he finished closing the crotch zipper, everything tightened that little bit more. Plus, now the “bump” between her pussy lips was pressed up even tighter against her, and even shifting her weight from foot to foot rocked her hips enough to cause the ridge to bump her clit.
Master Bennani’s hands on her shoulders turned her around to face him. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”
“The bump is right on my clit,” she whispered.
“Do you think you’ll come if you move?”
“Possibly, Sir.”
“Very well. If you do, you do.”
“I have permission?”
“You have permission to be obedient. Right now, I have no particular restrictions on your orgasms.”
“So…I can come?”
His lips twitched. “Now might not be the time for nuance, at least when it comes to semantics.”
“Possibly not, Sir.”
“Tell me what else you feel.”
“I feel…muffled. Like my whole body is wearing a pair of headphones.”
He took a step back and examined her, starting at her feet. “Are you warm?”
“Not yet, but I think it might get really hot in here.”
“That’s one of the reasons I want to leave the socks and gloves off, so I can get a sense of your body temperature.” He pressed the back of his hand against her forehead, then took her fingers in his.
The instant his hand touched hers, she curled her fingers around him, holding tight. He looked down at their hands, then up at her face.
“Josslyn, what color?”
“Green, Sir.”
He raised his hand drawing hers up with it. He didn’t say anything, just cocked one brow.
“I just feel…disconnected.”
“You are, in a way. The suit is isolating you from the outside world.”
Now slightly embarrassed, Josslyn tried to release his hand, but he held her tight. “I’ll be your anchor.”
Those words hit her like a blow to the solar plexus, and she lowered her gaze to hide her reaction. He hadn’t meant that as some declaration of feeling. Of course not. That would be ridiculous.
But she wanted it to be.
She’d been a sub long enough to know that the intimacy and emotional connection in a scene didn’t carry over once the scene was done. What she felt right now, especially the longing for a deeper connection with this man, would go away once she was in her street clothes.
But that did nothing to diminish that she was starting to have decidedly romantic feelings toward Ilias Bennani.
He grabbed her other hand. “I want you to lie back. Use me for support.”
