Pushing my shoulders back, I hold my head high as I answer honestly. “Maybe, Sir.”
“Maybewhat?” He reaches up to rub a hand over his chin, then seemingly remembers he’s in a mask and drops his hand back to the arm of the chair. “Tell me why you came here tonight.”
Wringing my hands in front of me, I consider the answer to that question. I can’t possibly tell him Imissedhim, can I? I mean, that would be ridiculous. I can’t miss someone I don’t even know!
“While you work on that answer, take off your skirt.”
I suck in a breath, swiveling to look out the window—
“Did I tell you to turn around?”
I whip my head back around. “No, Sir.”
“No, I did not. That’s one spanking.”
My inhale is shaky, but I give a curt nod and reach behind me to unzip the denim pencil skirt. Heart in my throat, I pushthe fabric down over my hips, slowly exposing myself to this masked man.
He leans back in the seat, looking like a lazy king on his throne, and I have the absurd desire to crawl into his lap.
“Whatever you’re thinking right now, I want you to act on it. Don’t question yourself in my presence, understand?”
I swallow hard, then step out of my skirt.
His eyes fall to my waist, then dip lower. “I asked you a question.”
My skin heats from the weight of his stare. I can’t remember what the question was. “Sir?” I ask, my voice at once cracking and breathless.
“Yes, brat?”
“I don’t remember the question.”
He chuckles. “Come here.”
My heart stutters in my chest, but I obey. Stepping between his legs, I ask, “Like this, Sir?”
“Just like this,” he answers, his voice deeper now, thicker even through the robotic modulator. “May I touch you?”
I shiver, pressing my thighs together in response to the way his words send a rush of heat to my core. “Yes, Sir. Please.”
“Then open your legs.”
I suck in a breath and do as he says, spreading my feet apart until they hit his shoes on either side.
“Fuck,” he says, leaning forward. If his face wasn’t covered by a leather mask, I’d think he was about to taste me. “You’re certainly a pretty little thing, aren’t you?”
I close my eyes, swaying as I wait for his touch.
“That’s two. I asked you a question.”
I open my eyes and look down at him. “Sir?”
Shaking his head, he pats his thigh. “We’ll work on your listening skills at another time. The show’s about to start. Straddle my leg.”
I swallow hard, eyes going wide as I look at his leg, then back up to him. My pulse skyrockets as embarrassment heats my cheeks. His jeans are a washed blue denim; there’s no way I can do this without leaving a mark.
“Speak your mind. Tell me why you’re hesitating.”
Oh my god.Shame twists uncomfortably in my stomach, tightens my chest. I can’t possibly say thisout loud—
