Page 49 of Bared

And maybe that was for the best too.

Maybe it was even better than the best. Beginning this moment, with the knowledge that they’d only have this small shell of stolen time, had him noticing everything with sharper vision, deeper appreciation. The sheen of the light across her silky spikes. The azure sparkles across her intense eyes. The sweet soughs of her breaths. The way her skin reminded him of the final seconds of a sunset, light brown and dark gold blended into one magical silk.

A fabric he longed to unravel more of. To explore in full. To bring to aroused blushes, and so much more…

“So…what do we do now?”

Especially after that exact question, from her rosy and parted lips.

A query that brought so many possibilities for answers—all filling his mind and swelling his cock. Yet he ignored all that to tug at her shoulders.

“Stand for me, please.”

As soon as she was before him, her posture still regal and her face still upturned, Brick hauled in a steadying breath. It didn’t help as much as he needed, but he couldn’t find the focus to get in another. He barely saw anything else but her.

“What we do now, Pixie, is talk.”

She blinked. “Wh-What?”

Brick brushed his fingertips in toward the base of her neck. “Not for long. Believe me, I won’t last much longer than that.”

She lifted a smile that looked like relief. “What do you want to talk about?”

He shook his head. “This part isn’t about wants. We’ve got to establish needs. For us both.”

“Such as what?”

“Such as the fact that I need to see you naked for all of this. And that I’ll still need you to call me Sir. If you need, I can address you by another name too.”

“Well, I really like calling you that. And I enjoy it when you call me Pixie…or anything else you want. Just not princess.”

“Good enough…Pixie.”

He murmured it while roaming his fingers along the collar of her T-shirt. Jayd’s breath stuttered. She swallowed hard.

“That…ummm…feels very good, Sir.”

“And it makes me feel good to hear you tell me,” he replied. “Which leads to yet another important need for me, sweetheart. And this time, for you.” He paused his caresses, making sure she was completely with him on concentrating. “We don’t have time for a full playtime primer, but the core element of all this is communication. Not conveying what you think I want to hear or obeying my commands just to satisfy me. My fulfilment is tied into your fulfilment. Got that?”

Her parted lips and intense gaze weren’t the response he expected. But they were sexy as fuck, especially when she added a curious kitten tilt of her head.

“Obeying?” she finally blurted. “Commands? Real ones?”

“Well, not beyond these walls,” Brick explained. “Which makes them as real as we want them to be. But let’s settle one point here and now.” He pushed a hand up, bracing the expanse of her jaw with the wide U of his hand. “I’m a fair master. I won’t issue any order that I don’t reasonably expect you to handle and heed. If that does happen, then you’ll speak up, and we’ll discuss it before going further. Do you understand in full?”

The perplexity fled her face. Instead, as she lifted her stare to fully meet the lock of his, her breaths doubled. Stimulated tremors overtook her body.

So. Fucking. Hot.

He wanted more. So. Much. More.

“Pixie?” He prompted it in his steel shavings voice, already sensing it would tick off something for her needs list, as well. She proved him right with a gorgeous little whimper that coincided with a harsher shiver down her frame.

“Y-Y-Yes, Sir,” she finally husked and swallowed with rougher emphasis. “I…ermmm…I understand.”

“Good.” Brick pushed his fingertips in by a millimeter, pinching the bottoms of her ears. “Then say it back to me.” He lowered his mouth, hovering at heart-halting distance over her luscious mouth. “Tell me what you’re going to do for me, sweetheart.”

A blush flared her cheeks. But while Brick braced himself for the normal submissive stutterings, this remarkable female astonished him anew.