I don’t want to but I take my laptop to bed with me. I’m tired and fairly relaxed after jerking off, but I have a few emails that need replies before I can go to sleep.
No rest for the wicked. And I’m very wicked.
I’m finishing my last reply when a soft knock and opening door gains my attention. The door separating my room and my submissive’s—Emma Lia’s room.
I lower my face and look over my reading glasses. “Your light was off when I came home. I thought that you were asleep.”
“I tried. Can’t sleep.”
Her long chestnut locks are down and a few loose curls are spilling over the front of her shoulders touching her breasts. Her face is bare, making her look very young, but she’s no less beautiful.
Emma Lia is a natural beauty.
She’s wearing a long black sheer gown with a plunging neckline. The material hugs her body in all of the most perfect ways but what’s flawless are her hard nipples straining against the thin fabric. I thought that this gown would be one of my favorite pieces on her when I chose it, and I wasn’t wrong.
I close my laptop, the email and its response completely forgotten. While moving the computer to the nightstand, I nearly drop it on the floor because I can’t take my eyes off of Emma Lia.
She stands unmoving in the doorway, looking at me, nervously nibbling her bottom lip while her hands wring the fabric of her gown. I move to sit on the side of the bed and wait. Wait to see what her next move is.
I know what I want it to be, but she told me that she needed more time.
Tomorrow night. That was our agreement.
“You said that I wasn’t allowed into your bed unless I was invited.”
“Would you like an invitation?”
“Yes.”
“Then you’re invited.”
Her chest rises and falls for a moment before she moves toward me. My dick is aware of her approach and grows harder with every step that brings her closer. My sleep pants are hugely tented by the time she stands in front of me.
“I like you in glasses, but I think that we’d better put these over here so they don’t get broken.” She grasps the frame, pulls them off my face, and places them on my laptop.
Fuck, I hope that means what I think it means.
“Say it.”
“Say what?” she whispers. Like she doesn’t know what I mean. She’s playing games with me.
But I’m a Dom. I don’t play games.
I grasp her hips and pull her to stand between my legs. “Tell me why you’ve come to my bed.”
“I want to begin paying off my debt.”
“And you’re going to do that by being my submissive?”
“Yes.”
“Then say it.”
She inhales slowly. “I am your submissive.”
“Master.”
Her eyes are on mine. Not where they should be, but for some reason I don’t mind. She has breathtaking eyes, and I don’t mind looking into them. “I am your submissive,Master.” An intense tingle travels down my spine, and my balls tighten when that last word comes out of her mouth. “I want to please you, but I don’t know what you want me to do.”
