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“Would you like that, Toby? It doesn’t matter, because I’m doing it regardless.”
“Yes, Sir. Are you going to—undress me, like, after?” I said, gazing at the loaded settee.
“Maybe. Or maybe I’m going to punish you while you’re wearing those pretty things,” he said, as he bent to remove his shoes and socks.
I swallowed. Nodded.Fuck.
My trembling fingers went to the buttons of my shirt. “What am I being punished for, exactly, Sir?”
Alastair walked toward me as he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. “For being criminally beautiful.”
“But…there aren’t any laws against being beautiful, Sir. And…” I laughed, gazing down at myself. “I’m really not.”
“There should be,” he said. “And don’t contradict me.”
I felt dizzy and full of desire as I stared at him and finished with my buttons. I shrugged the shirt off and lifted my chin.
“No more questions. Just do what I say.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And, Toby?”
“Yes, Sir?”
“You are stunningly gorgeous. If you don’t start thinking of yourself that way, you’re going to spend a lot of time over my lap.”
Oh.Oh!Well, then. Okay. I swallowed hard.
“Yes, Sir.”
I got the rest of my things off and stood before Alastair, completely buck-fuck-naked, which seemed strange in this mock-up of a fancy Victorian parlor, especially since Alastair stood there looking at me, his gaze caressing me in my nudity.
I waited, trying to control my breathing and temper my embarrassment, as my cock stood to attention like it was under his command and eager to perform.
Metal buckles rattled as Alastair picked up the corset. It wasn’t exactly Victorian but it had a steampunk vibe to it.
“Hands on your head,” Alastair said.
I did as I was told, gazing at him with blatant desire. Fuck, this was so exciting already and we’d barely done anything. I couldn’t help imagining Jacob and Sebastian and my co-workers in the gaming parlor where it was business as usual, while I was here about to get sexed up and disciplined by my dream of a boyfriend, who had stopped bringing casual fuckboys to here so he could be with me.
“Eyes down.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered as I obeyed.
“Good girl,” Alastair said, the unexpected designation landing like a swat with a riding crop.
I gasped, as the word bounced around in my head and made my insides liquefy with pleasure. I’d had no idea that being called ‘girl’ in a situation like this would affect me so strongly, but it did.
I wasn’t picky about pronouns, and I hadn’t changed my name. Toby was a decently androgynous name and I liked it. As long as nobody but my mom called me Tobias, I was fine with having it on my identification cards. Words didn’t define me and couldn’t possibly express everything about me.
On the other hand, I’d had no idea that one word used in this context by a man I was intensely hot and possibly starting to feel deeper things for would be this mind-blowing.
I fought a smile as Alastair walked around me with the casualness of a man in total control. The touch of cold leather on my skin made me gasp as Alastair wrapped the corset around my middle.
“A little chilly?” Alastair whispered, close to my ear, as he fastened the straps and buckles that ran all along the front of it, pressing into me from behind.
I didn’t say anything in reply, because I was trying to focus on breathing. Watching Alastair’s fingers at work, securing each buckle so that the corset hugged me tight, was a religious experience. I could tell from the steel-like pressure against the top of my ass crack that I wasn’t the only one who was really into this already. I swallowed the smart-ass sexy comment I wanted to make and channeled my submissive side, which seemed to emerge naturally in this space under the skilled handling of Mr. Alastair Kenney.
