“The rules are always to be followed. Privacy. Precision. Truth.” I take a step closer.
“Understood,” she says. The ribbon catches the light.
I circle her once, impressed by the alterations to the dress. She’s damn good at what she does.
My knuckles skim the seam at her waistline. Her cheeks flush, her pupils widen. Good. I can set the pace from that.
“You’re thinking about something.”
“I’m present,” she says. “And curious.”
“Curiosity is useful.” I lift my hand near her cheek. She doesn’t lean into it. She waits.
Music thumps faintly through the wall. Her head turns. I step back into her focus and take her face in my hands.
“Eyes.”
She gives them to me.
“You want the floor to watch?” I ask, gesturing to a small switch near the two-way window. “I can control whether or not people can see in.”
“No.” She swallows. “Yes.” Another breath. “I don’t know.”
I grin. “No. I want you all to myself.”
Her deep breath lifts the beaded bodice. She catches me looking and hides a smile.
“Say it,” I tell her.
“What?”
“Tell me what you want.”
She hesitates, pride fighting need. “You took me out of that room. Now I want you to decide what happens to me in this one.”
Clear. Exact. I like it.
“Good girl.”
I slide the ribbon between my fingers, letting it fall. I touch the warm skin on her back, feeling the shiver that runs down her spine. Her body is a novel, and I plan to read all of it.
“When I’m finished,” I say, “you won’t be thinking of any man but me. But I suspect that’s already the case.”
She gives a small nervous laugh. “Confident.”
“Accurate.” I step back. “Hands.”
She laces them at the small of her back. She’s learning. She meets my eyes and holds them. We stand there, our breaths mingling.
CHAPTER 16
CASSANDRA
“Kneel.”
I sink to the plush rug, spine rigid, shoulders back, chin tilted as he likes.
“Eyes.” I lock mine onto his, my clit pulsing in anticipation.
