She’d been resting on her calves, and she straightened her posture.
“Nice.Legs farther apart.”
The dress constricted her a little, but she did as he asked.
“Within these guidelines, I’ll leave the rest to your discretion.Your hands can be by your sides or on your thighs, but with your palms up and gaze cast down.”
She nodded.
“Or, you can link your hands behind your back or neck.Either way, I want you to tip your head back.”
“So no direct eye contact.”
“Until I speak, no.”He heard her breath catch, which told him this was becoming more real to her.“At any rate, I always want your shoulders back.Now show me.”
Her motions were a bit unsteady, as if she were concentrating on his instructions, trying to remember and, if he was right, she also had a good deal of nerves mixed in.
She placed her hands on her thighs, palms up, shoulders back, gaze down.
“Couldn’t be any better.Now with your hands by your sides.”
Just as wonderfully, she did that, as well.
“And behind your back.”
It took her a few seconds to remember to tip her head back.
“And now behind your neck.”
When she did, he caught his breath.She’d moved aside her hair, and it cascaded down her back.It took every bit of control not to fist his hand in it and, instead, remain at a distance while he acquainted her to his form of Dominance.“What did I tell you about your gaze?”
“No eye contact.Sir.”
He walked around her twice, slowly.
Once, she turned her head to follow him, but when he raised an eyebrow, she returned to the correct position.“Good.Now look at me.”
She did.Her eye color appeared a bit lighter.Unless it was his imagination, they had a dreamy quality, perhaps meaning that she was surrendering to her internal battle.“You’ve done this correctly, and the last requirement is that you be nude.”
Lara sucked in a breath.
“Show me that.”
She blinked a couple of times, looked down at the floor, then back up.
“We can go in the living room if you’re more comfortable.”
“I’m not comfortable being naked anywhere,” she said.
“You’ll learn.And don’t tarry, otherwise I will take away your clothes when we’re at my house.”
“You wouldn’t!”
“Oh absolutely I would.Your confidence is my aphrodisiac.”He offered his hand and helped her to stand.
He held her hand until they reached the living room.The blinds were closed, and it looked as if she’d prepared the house for her absence.The air-conditioning had been turned off, and a bag sat near the door.Fortunately, an overhead fan churned through the heat.
Connor sat on the couch and watched her twist her hands together.He waited, and he’d do so as long as it took.
