“Turn around,” I order, pulling my hand from his grasp.
He lets out a slow breath, before he does as I command.
Yanking the T-shirt from his hand, I quickly pull off the other sleeve and then shove the dress down my torso and over my hips.
When it lands in a puddle on the floor, I take my heels and stomp on the fabric, hearing a bit of it catch and tear under my heels.
“Ready?” he asks, and I swear he glances over his shoulder.
I quickly pull his shirt to my chest. “Not yet. Stay forward.” Then I open the shirt, threading my arms through, and tug the shirt over my head.
It falls to mid-thigh and completely envelops my body. Reaching back, I unsnap my bra and it falls to the floor too.
“I’m done,” I call even as I sit on the edge of the bed to start removing the heels and thigh-high stockings.
Ryker turns to me, his arms crossing over his chest as I kick one shoe off and then start for the other. “Better?”
“So much,” I sigh as the second shoe comes off. I start rolling the stockings down my legs. I feel the intensity of his gaze, but I don’t meet his eye. “Is that the bathroom?”
“Yes,” he answers, as I get up again and head for the door. The pins in my hair have been digging into my scalp for hours.
I don’t bother to close the door as I make my way to the mirror and start pulling out those annoying little buggers.
I barely notice as Ryker comes in behind me while I pull out hairpin after hairpin, sighing in relief with each one.
My hair is generally pretty straight but it falls in waves now as I release sections of hair.
“Better?”
“Yes,” I answer, pulling out what I hope is the last one.
He comes up behind me and that’s when I realize that I’m up on tiptoe, my ass sticking out, as I lean into the mirror.
He stops just short of touching me, and then his hand comes to my hair before he buries his fingers into the long strands.
His fingers moving over my scalp feels like magic and I lean my head into the palm of his hand, closing my eyes.
He finds another pin and digs his other hand into my hair to pull it out.
Touch has never been this pleasant. Never.
My skin tingles, the most satisfying hum moving through me. I tip back further until the top of my head hits his chest.
I jerk away, my eyes flying open. “I’m sorry.”
His eyes meet mine in the mirror. “You never have to apologize for touching me.”
I stare at him, trying to take that one in. “I stole from you. You said you were going to punish me.”
He keeps one hand in my hair, the other one coming to my hip. Rather than speak, he nuzzles into my neck.
I jump, and then goosebumps break out all over my skin as he lightly brushes the tip of his nose over my sensitive skin. “I need you, Sasha. And you need me. And there is no reason we can’t help each other.”
“I get money at the end of this?” I ask, wanting to make sure I’ve got the details all clear.
“That’s right. And freedom. Which is what you want. Yes?”
I nod. “And you get?”
