“I can stay as late as you’d like me to.”
“And your job? Do you have somewhere to be in the morning?”
Her shoulders fall and I shake my head.
“I have to trust that you are taking care of yourself, Sutton. What time do you need to wake up tomorrow?”
“Seven o’clock, Sir.”
“Hm. It is nearly ten o’clock now. You should get at least seven hours of sleep.” Pulling her hair back behind her shoulders, I massage the tight muscles across her back. “I’m going to decide what time you come here every time we meet going forward, do you accept that?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And as your Dominant, I will also decide when our time together comes to an end. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she says, albeit this time there’s a hint of reluctance in her tone. My brat is coming back to me.
“I will tell you what to wear when we see one another.” Her hackles rise, shoulders visibly tensing, but I continue digging myfingers into those straining muscles. Testing her, I add, “I will tell you what to eat and when—”
“Yellow, Sir.”
“Yellow?” I ask. “Or red? I expect you to be honest with yourself so you can be honest with me.”
“Red, Dominus.”
“Good girl.” Sliding one hand around to cup her throat, I pull her backwards against my body. She immediately melts into me, and I feel more than hear the way she softly moans with relief.
“We’re going to say goodnight now.”
As I anticipated, her shoulders slump with disappointment,
“But I’d like to see you tomorrow night. Can you return?”
She nods eagerly and my fingers flex into the column of her throat.
“Words, Sutton.”
“Yes, Dominus.”
“Good. I’ll expect you here at the same time as today, but when you arrive, I will not be waiting for you at the entrance. I want you to come straight to this room.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you remember how to get here?”
Sutton nods. “Yes, Sir.”
Releasing her, I move so that we’re facing one another, then, watching her face for tells, I say, “I want you to strip out of your clothes.”
She draws in a shaky breath.
“And I want you to stand right here, just like this, waiting for me to arrive. I want to see your body, every curve and valley, exposed to me because it belongs to me. Do you understand?”
She shivers. “Yes, Sir.”
“And will you comply?”
Her lips twitch, then she licks them and they pull into a mischievous smile that nearly knocks me off my feet. “Perhaps, Sir.”
