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Kaden was merciless in using this advantage he had over me right now. If I had been able to protest and tell him all the reasons why I couldn't believe him, he wouldn't have told me any of this. Or had any desire to. After all, he had sounded sincere. To be honest, I didn't want to doubt that he was sincere, but I was too eager to find reasons not to let all those words touch me.
"Are you ready for me to undress you, Nika?"
I nodded, much to my own surprise. What was the big deal? In our youth, we had gone skinny dipping more than once. He knew my body. And I knew his. Still, I wasn't prepared for the feel of his warm, rough hand on my bare skin. Piece by piece he exposed it.
First, he unzipped my dress, then he pulled it down over my arms until it slid down my body to the floor. But he never let go, his fingers gliding almost unnoticeably over all the places he had just listed. All the while, he didn't break eye contact. That made it even harder for me to keep control of my body.
I stood in front of Kaden in my underwear, feeling more breathless in his presence than ever before. I didn't even know what he was trying to achieve with this. Was it about dominance? Was it about building up a sense of expectation? Something else entirely? Whatever it was, it seemed to be working. When he slid two fingers under the strap of my bra and pulled it down slowly, my pulse raced.
Who would have expected that? I suddenly craved for Kaden to undress me. To see me naked. And give me more of what he was doing to me right now.
"Just remember you can always tell me if you don't want to do something," he reminded me. But I thought there was not even the slightest need for me to do that.
Kaden took a step back and bent down to remove my panties after my bra had joined my dress on the floor. Without further ado, he lifted my leg and removed the thin material from my body.
I felt the warm breeze coming from the open patio door, but even more I felt Kaden's intense gaze on my naked body. Nothing was hidden from him, I realized as his gaze lingered on my core for a second longer than I had expected.
But it was not hunger I read in his face. It was admiration. Awe, if I wanted to be more specific.
And yet he made no comment about how wet I was for him that I could already feel it on the inside of my thighs. The heat pulsating inside me was fed solely by the undivided attention he was giving me, without giving the impression that his primary goal was to get me into bed.
Briefly, the thought crossed my mind that I would have given it to him voluntarily by now. But then I remembered I didn't have to do that. That wasn't the point. And he wouldn't take it without my explicit consent.
"Do you remember what this was about?"
"You wanted to see what you had to work with."
"Right. And you don't seem to be struggling to follow the simple commands. That's a good thing. Now get down on your knees."
Another surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins. Still, without a second thought, I sank to my knees and looked up at him. Questioningly.
Kaden possessed that power. It was the first time I was really aware of it. He said something and I blindly followed him. Without noticing, I had slipped into the role of the submissive. And that there would be no end to it, he demonstrated impressively when he squatted down and pushed my knees apart, only to place my hands loosely on my thighs.
"I'm not really interested in making you kneel anywhere, but your expression…" I saw him swallow. Then he bit the inside of his cheek.
His jacket came off, the sleeves unbuttoned and pulled up over his well-muscled forearms. My breath caught as I watched, transfixed by this simple gesture. In everyday life, it would only have attracted my attention for a brief moment. It was sexy, but not enough to watch in fascination while my body reacted with full force. It was a different story right now.
The air around us now felt as if it were electrified. As if it was loaded with tension. The only question was what would be the outcome when the point of overload was reached.
"Tell me where to touch you." His voice was suddenly so dark. Rough. Aroused.
I was tempted to clench my hands into fists. Instead, I let them rest loosely on my thighs. The whole position was designed for submission. To show it, to feel it. But there was something else… something I couldn't quite grasp.
"Wherever your heart desires, Kaden." Without thinking about its scope or meaning, the phrase slipped out. I simply said what I wanted to say. I wanted more of everything. Of his words, which did not sound sinful at all, but which had exactly the same effect on me. His hands on my body. I secretly wanted him to show me why all these women always bored him. Why he threw them to the wind. Why they couldn't hold his interest when he spent so much on this situation– and without him even knowing about the possibility that I would actually ask him for more?
"Are you sure?" His nostrils quivered. Had he not expected me to give him this honor?
Fuck. Honor. As if I ever have had that kind of thought in my head before. After a few hours in his presence, sex was suddenly no longer just sex, but a privilege that I alone could grant– with everything that came with it.
"Yes. I am, Kaden."
And just like that, he moved his fingers down my thigh, past my hands and to my middle. "Don't move," he commanded, just before his fingers slid through my sex, over my entrance and lightly across my already irritated clit.
But he did not pause, instead he pulled his hand back again, only to lift it between our bodies. At the level of my face, so I– and he– could see my wetness on his fingers.
"And I haven't even touched you properly, Nika," he said, slightly surprised. "That's how damn wet you got from a few words and the fact that I took your hand to bring you into my world."
Kaden made my head spin in every possible direction. His statement had the same effect on me as dizziness. And yet it felt good. I had managed to astonish him. To put him under my spell. To satisfy him. Even though I had no idea what I was doing.
