“As in stripes from my belt?”
Her cheeks were stained scarlet, so he knew she wasn’t as comfortable with this as she seemed.He schooled his features so he didn’t show how stupidly happy she made him.His Kelsey was way outside her comfort zone and seeking his reassurance.“I’ll do my part,” he told her.“But I may have a different number tonight.”
Her blush deepened and spread.
Nathan wondered if he’d be capable of going back to a professional relationship after Saturday night.
She grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and off.
This time, he held a hand to catch it.
Kelsey stood in front of him in her thong and black lacy bra.
“You couldn’t be more beautiful.And I’m impatient.”
She unhooked her bra then shrugged so that the straps fell.She took her time pulling it off all the way, and when she did, her nipples were already beaded.
“So fucking sexy,” he said.
Within seconds, she’d discarded the thong.
Maybe it had been a mistake to have her do this.His control was being severely tested.“I’ll need a bowl,” he told her.“Now, please.”
“What size?”
“At least a cereal bowl.Mixing bowl is fine, as well.Maybe that’s even better.”
She walked to the kitchen, but she was looking at the ground as she brushed past him.
“Head up, Kelsey.Flaunt it.”
“I’m not all that comfortable walking around naked.”She opened a cupboard.“Especially in front of you.”
“I’ll give you plenty of opportunity to practice.”
She swung her head in his direction.
“The more you do it, the easier it will become,” he said.
“I’m not sure I want it to be easier.”
“And I’m sure I want you naked.And in this case, at least, what I want wins.”
She returned to him and extended the bowl.“Until tonight, the only thing this has held is chocolate chip cookie batter.”
“Until tonight,” he agreed easily.“Carry it, along with the other items.I’ll get the leash and collar.”
Something, maybe the leading edge of disagreement, flashed in her eyes.But she relented and did as he said.
Her collar and leash wrapped around his hand, he followed her to the master bedroom.He placed all of the items on the nightstand.“Go and take a bath or shower,” he said.“I’ll be there directly.”
“Is this part of my training?You telling me what to do and me doing it without arguing?”
“Well”—he couldn’t help pointing out—“you’re arguing.”
She folded her arms.
Recognizing she needed a connection, he took hold of her shoulders.“I’m not simply issuing directives because I like to order you around.I want us to be in accord on Saturday evening.If you’ve proven to yourself that I’m trustworthy, that I have thought things through where you’re concerned, then you’ll be less apprehensive when we visit Deviation.Relying on me will help it feel less overwhelming.You’ll be free to let yourself go physically and mentally.We’re on an accelerated schedule to establish the kind of relationship that will help you have a relaxed experience so that you give yourself over to me when you’re on the St.Andrew’s cross or the Punishment Pole.”
