But she wondered, if she could go back in time, what would she have done?
She glanced at the corsets on her mannequin.
Her friend Sasha worked for a fashion designer, and it sounded stressful.
Ella sighed, sat at the piano and let her hands float over the keys, exhaling the tension from the conversation with her daughter.
She thought of the job offer Annie had shared with her but knew it wasn’t for her and she had a fantastic life.
Giving way to the music cleared her head and she started on a piece by Cramer, forgetting that she actually knew it until the notes rang out.
Ella was so lost in the music, she startled when firm hands clamped down on her shoulders.
“Sorry, Master, I didn’t hear you come in!”
“And again, no greeting at the door, my love?”He nipped her ear, his lips skimming the sensitive flesh of her nape, making her nipples pebble.
“You usually text me,” Ella panted, her voice strained from the bite of pain.
“Wouldn’t want to set you up to fail.Except you like it when I do.”
The amusement clear in Zee’s tone rang around the room, setting off a spark of anticipation that heated her blood.
A poker-hot shiver raced down Ella’s spine as she leaned her head against Zee’s flat stomach.
Zee gathered her hair in a fist, pulled her head to him.
Her mouth went dry at the heat in his gaze and she shivered as he cupped her nape and kissed her deeply, until her nipples drew tight and she got a bit dizzy staring up at him from that angle, laughing she pushed away.
“Oh, you’re greeting me now?That’s a fun change.”Ella got the words out even though heat climbed up her neck.
Zee cocked an eyebrow at her.
“What I wanted to do, slave, was sneak behind you, bend you over this piano bench like this-” He planted his hands on either side of her waist, guiding her up, then he pressed his hand on her back until she folded over in half.
“And have my way with you.That’s exactly what I am going to do for your failed greeting.”
His steely voice made her pussy throbbed with need and she laughed.
“Yes, Master.”
Giving Zee the control to use her, however, whenever he wanted, was one part about their power exchange that Ella loved the most.
“Good girl,” he arranged her a little more, so she was up on her tiptoes, her fingertips grazing the floor.
“Get that skirt on your back and spread for me, girl.”
The command in his voice had her obeying, flipping her skirt up kind of awkwardly so she didn’t lose balance and fall on her face.
Zee’s low chuckle confirmed he liked seeing her struggle, enjoyed putting her in this debasement.
Her cheeks flamed because she still found it embarrassing, no matter how often she was in this position.
Half of her wanted to flee, to run somewhere and lock herself behind a closed door; the other part of herself wanted to throw herself at Zee and beg him to do more to her.
But this is what her Dom had asked for, and Ella obeyed, grabbing her ass cheeks and pulling them wide.
A cool breath of air caressed her skin, making her shiver with anticipation.
