“Color,” he barks.
I suck in a breath through my teeth. “Green, Sir. Like, greenish-yellow.”
“Fair enough.” The sound of his thighs brushing against each other, that roughness of denim against denim, tells me he’s walking away from me. Another drawer opens and I strain to hear what he’s doing inside.
It closes.
“I’m going to explore your body.”
I shiver with anticipation.
“I’m going to touch every inch of that smooth skin. I’m going to taste every inch of you, from that soft place beneath your ear to the arch of your foot. I’m going to kiss you and mark you up because you’re mine.”
Oh my god.
I’m trembling from the sheer force of the desire burning within me. This man is going to explore my body, see and touch parts of me that haven’t been acknowledged by a man in so long I’m embarrassed to even try to think about the last time I had sex.
Oh.I bite back a groan at the unwanted intruder in my thoughts.It was Stephen.
Ugh.
Pushing that man away from this moment, I chew on my cheek, trying to distract myself from the ache between my legs, the heaviness of my groin, my pussy.
“But this means I will be removing my mask.”
I startle at the closeness of his voice. He’s directly behind me again, and I was so lost in thought that I didn’t hear his approach.
My heartbeat trips over itself.
Did he just say he’s removing his mask?
Oh my god.
“You cannot remove yours.”
My shoulders deflate, but I understand that this is our dynamic. This is the man I sought out, after all. I could have come in here in search of any Dominant, but it was this one I wanted. My masked man.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes, Dominus.”
“Is there any part of your body I cannot mark?”
I nearly sayno, have at it, but then my good sense kicks in and I remember I’m a whole person outside of this club, not just a mess of sex and desire. “I can’t have marks on my neck or chest. Hands, feet… anywhere people might see.” Pausing, I add, “I work in a professional industry.”
“Understood. Anywhere in particular you’d like me to focus on?”
Yes. Everywhere.
“Words, please.”
“Everywhere.”
He chuckles, the sound low in his throat.
There’s a metallic clicking sound and I immediately recognize that it’s a zipper.
He’s unzipping his mask.
