“Like this?” she asks, but she’s still got her knees pulled up to her chest.
“Did I tell you to spread your legs?” I ask, and she nods.
“Yes, sir, you did.”
“Then show me, Nova. Unless you have something you’re hiding.” There’s a warning in my voice, and she shakes her head. “Then you shouldn’t be afraid to show me.”
“It’s just that no one has ever looked at me like that before.”
“Then you’re lucky I’m here to do it,” I say, feeling my pulse throb in my cock. “I’m here to take care of you, and you’re going to take care of Aurora. Right?” She nods, and I smile down at her, letting my voice soften. “Show me what a good girl you are.”
Slowly, her knees part, and she presses her hands into the mattress at her sides. She’s spread open for me to see every inch of her, and I step closer. Her eyes are squeezed shut, and her cheeks are flushed red.
“Look at me, Nova.” Her eyes open at my command. “Always keep them on me.”
Reaching out, I place my hands on her ankles, and she doesn’t flinch at my touch. If anything, she relaxes a little and takes a deep breath. My hands slide to her knees and then to the insides of her thighs, where I press them open wider.
“You’re untouched?” I ask, my greedy eyes eating up every inch of her.
“Yes,” she whispers. “I mean, yes, sir.”
“Very good girl.” With a control I didn’t think I possessed, I release her thighs and take a step back. “On second thought, the uniform isn’t necessary.”
“Really?” She seems surprised by this information.
“As long as you can follow orders, I’ll allow you to wear what you like.” Reaching down, I have to adjust my cock so it’s not jutting straight out. “But keep in mind that if you decide to disobey me, I’ll take away that privilege."
“Yes, sir.”
“I have work to do. When you’re not spending time with Aurora, I expect you to come to my office and see if there are any tasks I need you to complete.” I look between her thighs at her pretty pink cunt and then at her mouth. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl,” I say before I walk out of the bedroom and head straight for my office. Looks like I’m going to have to jerk off one more time today.
Chapter Seven
NOVA
Sitting on the edge of the bed with a towel wrapped firmly around me, my eyes are trained on the door where Kellan left. Did that really happen? The whole time I showered, I replayed the incident on repeat in my mind. The more time that passes, the more I start to wonder if I dreamt it. It’s too crazy to believe, and was I just as crazy for going along with his requests?
If it wasn't real, then why did I walk straight to the shower and do as I was told? I open my towel and look at where I shaved everything off. Now I'm completely bare and there’s this thrill, and maybe a little hope, that he'll be pleased with me. I did what he asked me to do, so maybe he'll be proud and call me a good girl again.
This day is not going how I expected at all. As much as I want to show Kellan that I did as he requested, I'm also stalling going downstairs. I'm not sure I can trust myself. He told me to lie on the bed and spread my legs, and I did. Hell, I wanted to.
Part of me is surprised he didn’t take things further. When his hands drifted to the insides of my thighs, my heart was beating so loudly I was sure he could hear. My mind raced with conflicting emotions about what was happening, but I know when he pulled his hands away, I was disappointed.
My stomach drops and my heart flutters when there is a knock at the door. All parts of my body are confused on how we should be handling this. Then it clicks in my head that there is no way Kellan would knock.
That should be annoying and intrusive, but there’s something about his confidence and the tone in which he speaks. It has me sitting up straight and doing his bidding without a second thought. If his home is any indication, that skill set has served him well.
"Who is it?" I call out.
"Niles. You’re late for dinner."
"Oh crap,” I hiss and jump up. "Sorry, I'll be down in a second."
I hurry to throw clothes on and decide to go with the black pants and turtleneck that I pulled out earlier. I give myself a once-over before I rush out of my room and downstairs.
