“No.”
“Do you shower or bathe before bed?”
“Generally I take a bath to help me relax.”Which is why she had fallen in love with his soaker tub.
“Good.Call me before you climb into bed.Be naked.”
She looked at him, knew she was falling under his spell, taking another step toward being his submissive and not objecting to the journey.“Is there a reason?”
“Yes.”
“Care to enlighten me?”she asked when he allowed the silence to stretch.
“No.”
She needed to be careful, she realized, or else she’d give him anything he asked for.
“Let me know when you’ve set up that meeting with your mother so we can get our agreement over to your lawyer.I’m looking forward to talking to you tonight.”
Chapter Six
Just before ten, Connor’s phone rang.
He answered immediately, “Good evening, Lara.”Wife-to-be.Ridiculous how much he liked that thought.
“I…” She paused.
He waited.
“I had a bath.”
She had an amazing, appealing combination of innocence and boldness.Even before the marriage proposal, she’d intrigued him.With it, she’d snared him.“Tell me what you’re wearing.”
“A towel.Peach colored.”
The addition of the detail made him hard.He imagined the shade made her honeyed skin seem even more sun-kissed.
All evening, he’d been thinking of Lara, remembering the sight of her bent over his desk, his bed.
He’d dove into the building’s swimming pool soon after he’d gotten home.As he’d cut through the water with powerful strokes, he’d realized that he was thinking of the future.The thought had startled him.Since the loss of his father, he’d exercised to keep the grief at bay or to sort through the numerous difficulties he faced running a multinational company.“Where are you in your house?”
“My bedroom.”
“Drop the towel and lie on your bed.Face down so that you can put the phone next to you on speaker.”He wondered if she’d protest.
Moments later she murmured, “Yes, Sir.”
“You’re so wonderful, Lara.”He sat back against the living room sofa and reached for his glass of brandy.He took a sip while he listened to her movements.The sounds grew louder as she found the speaker button and he heard a faint whisper that might have been her towel falling to the floor.
In the past, he hadn’t thought a lot about getting married.Rather, it had been an abstract thought.The only thing he’d known for sure was that D/s would be a part of any union.But he’d had no idea how rewarding it would be.Having this woman, so smart, courageous, beautiful as his submissive?The reality was sublime.
“I’m in position, Sir,” she said.
“You’re right-handed?”
“I am.”
“I want you to use your left hand to part your labia.Then use your right to stroke your clit, make sure it’s exposed, meaning pull back the hood.I want you to feel this deeply.”
