She nodded without speaking and I reached into the cabinet and pulled out a soft leather flogger.When I turned back to face her, I caught her staring at my hand wrapped around the braided leather handle.I took a step toward her, watching her struggle to keep from backing up.
“Is this what you normally wear for a session?”
“No.”She broke down and took a step back, but when she met my eyes again, she’d clearly found her footing.While I watched, she made quick work of the buttons on her blouse, letting the silk fall open to reveal an almost demure white bra and inch after inch of creamy skin.
I could tell she was used to taking her clothes off and used to the effect her body had on men.It was a sacrifice, but I kept my gaze on her face, ignoring the delicious lace-covered breasts I wanted covered with just my hands or my mouth.She shrugged out of the blouse and walked to the horse, draping the ivory silk over the leather before turning back to face me.Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, she reached behind her, arching her back to emphasize her fucking perfect tits.A moment later, the pencil skirt dropped to the floor, leaving her in nothing but a few scraps of lace and the fuck-me heels that I wanted to feel digging into my ass as I took her up against the wall.She dropped into a crouch that would have done a pole dancer proud, snagged her skirt and turned her back to me, ostensibly so she could drape her skirt over the horse, but more, I was sure, so I got a good look at her thong.
“Normally, I let the client choose the color,” she said, adjusting the thin strip of lace riding low on her hips as she glanced over her shoulder at me.“But these are unusual circumstances.”
She reached up to pull the pins from her hair and let it cascade down her back in a wave.She shook it out before sectioning it and made quick work of braiding it into a long, thick plait.Taking a band she’d snagged from somewhere, she bound the end of her ponytail.I tightened my grip on the flogger so I wouldn’t reach out to wrap her dark hair around my fist.
Alexandra Smithson clearly knew how to wield sex for power, and she was damned good at it.I didn’t have any doubt that she intended to use every move she made to put me deeper under her spell.She might be mostly naked, but she wasn’t vulnerable.She worked her body like a weapon, one I imagined slayed most men.Good thing I wasn’t most men.
Before she turned around to face me, she unclasped her bra and tossed it carelessly over the horse with the rest of her clothes.Calling on every trick I’d learned over the years in the courtroom and out, I schooled my face and watched her pivot on the toes of her fuck-me heels.The look on her face said she clearly expected to have the upper hand, and there was no way in hell that was going to happen.
Running the soft leather tails of the flogger through my fingers, I dropped my gaze to her feet and worked my way up every inch of her glorious body.I took long enough to drink in my fill and make her just uncomfortable enough to subtly shift her weight from one foot to the other.I wouldn’t have picked up on it if I hadn’t been watching her so closely.By the time my eyes met hers, I knew exactly what I wanted to do with her.By the time we finished, she’d be begging for me to touch her.
In two strides, I closed the distance between us.Her breath hitched, making her fucking fantastic tits move and for a second, her gaze darted to the flogger in my hand.Then she licked her lips, feigning a bravado I was sure she didn’t feel.
“What are your limits, Alexandra?”
Her gaze met mine and I saw a flash of uncertainty shining in her eyes.
“I’m not sure what you mean.”
I shook my head, not bothering to hide my judgment.She was a child playing a very dangerous game.If she insisted on acting like a child, I had no problem treating her like one.
“Are your clients allowed to mark you or touch you with anything other than the toys?What kind of intimate contact do you allow and where?”Considering the array of goodies in her wardrobe and her reaction to them, I had a pretty good idea what she was willing to do, but I loved watching her blush when I asked the question.
“It depends,” she said, her voice cracking.“If it’s necessary for a session, then yes.”She swallowed hard, but her gaze met mine and I could tell she wouldn’t back down.
I gave her my best cocky grin, getting off on the shift in power.
“It’s necessary, kitten.”
FUCK.I’D STOOD IN FRONT of Erik Jensen wearing nothing but a G-string and heels and he hadn’t so much as blinked.With the exception of that long look that ran over my body like a caress, he’d barely glanced at me.
