She's wearing nothing underneath except a scrap of lace that barely qualifies as underwear and my mouth goes dry at the sight of her standing there in candlelight with her red hair spilling over her bare shoulders like fire.
"No bra," I observe and my voice comes out rougher than I intended.
"It didn't work with the dress."
"Convenient."
"I thought you'd appreciate it."
I drag my hands down her sides, feeling the goosebumps rise beneath my palms, tracing the curve of her waist and the flare of her hips until my fingers hook into the waistband of that flimsy lace.
"These need to go."
"Then take them off."
I fist the fabric in my hand and rip.
She gasps as the lace tears apart in my grip and falls to the floor in shreds and I toss the ruined scraps aside without a second thought because I'll buy her a hundred more pairs just so I can destroy them all.
"Ilay, those were expensive."
"I don't care."
"You're the one who bought them."
"And I'll buy you more." I spin her around to face me and drink in the sight of her standing completely naked in the candlelightwith the city glittering behind her like she's some kind of goddess descended from the heavens just for me. "I'll buy you a thousand pairs and rip every single one off you if that's what it takes to get you naked faster."
Her breath catches and her pupils dilate and I can see her pulse fluttering in her throat.
"Sit on the bed."
She backs up until her legs hit the mattress and she sits on the edge and looks up at me with those big green eyes waiting for instruction like the obedient little wife she pretends not to be.
"Spread your legs."
Her thighs part slowly and I can see how wet she already is, glistening in the low light, and my cock strains against my trousers at the sight of her pussy bare and dripping for me.
"Now touch yourself."
Her eyes widen and her lips part. "What?"
"You heard me, Iris. I want to watch my wife play with her pretty little pussy while I sit here and enjoy the show."
"Ilay..."
"Do it."
Her hand moves between her thighs, hesitant at first, two fingers pressing against her clit in slow circles while her cheeks flush pink with embarrassment and arousal.
I lower myself into the chair across from the bed and unbutton my suit jacket and settle back to watch her like she's the most fascinating thing I've ever seen, because she is.
"That's it."
She bites her lip and her hips shift on the mattress as she touches herself for me.
"You think about me when you do this alone in our bed, don't you?"
"Yes."
