To his room.
My heart thunders with each step.I should feel dread, shame, or fear.But all I feel is anticipation.My fingers twitch, my breath catches, and every nerve is on high alert.
The door opens before I knock.He stands there, tall and commanding, in a dark button-down with the sleeves rolled up.His gaze rakes over me slowly, possessively.
"Skye."My name on his lips is like a prayer and a command all at once."Come in."
I step inside.The room is dimly lit, with candles casting long shadows across the walls.The St.Andrew's cross stands in one corner, the bed neatly made in another.Everything in its place.Just like Gage likes it.
"I wasn't sure you'd come," he says, closing the door behind me.
"Neither was I."My voice is steadier than I feel.
He circles me slowly, not touching, just observing.My skin prickles with awareness.
With one hand, he lifts a blindfold.
"This goes on now.It stays on until I say otherwise."
I nod, swallowing hard.This is familiar territory, the safety of ritual.My chest loosens a fraction as he steps behind me, his breath warm against my neck.The silk slides over my eyes, plunging me into darkness.His fingers brush my hair as he secures the knot, careful not to pull.
"Color?"His voice is close to my ear.
"Green," I whisper.
His hand finds the small of my back, guiding me forward."Three steps ahead."
I move cautiously, trusting his direction.
"Stop."
I freeze, my other senses heightening in the absence of sight.The air feels cooler here.Music plays softly in the background, something classical I can't name.
"Clothes.Off."
My fingers find the hem of my dress, the simple black fabric sliding up and over my head.I let it fall to the floor, standing in nothing but my lace bra and matching panties.The cool air raises goosebumps along my arms.
"All of it."
I reach behind me, unhooking my bra with practiced ease.It joins the dress at my feet.My panties follow, leaving me completely exposed.Vulnerable.Exactly how he wants me.
"Beautiful."His voice holds approval, and something deeper.Something that makes my pulse quicken."Turn around.Slowly."
I turn, feeling his eyes on every inch of my skin.When I complete the circle, facing him again, I hear him move closer.
"You've been thinking about this all day, haven't you?"His fingertips trace along my collarbone, feather-light.
"Yes."The word escapes me like a confession.
"Tell me what you thought about."His fingers trail down my arm, barely touching.
"I thought about being here.About you taking control."My voice catches as his hand moves to my waist."About not having to think anymore."
He makes a sound of approval, low in his throat."That's exactly what I'm going to give you tonight, Skye.No thinking.Just us."
"I'm not your professor tonight," he murmurs as he backs me until my back hits a solid cold surface."You're not my student.You're mine.My submissive."
I shiver at his words, my body responding instinctively to that possessive tone."Yes, Sir."
