Page 116 of Made Better Together

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

She immediately corrects herself. “Yes, sir.”

I probably should have clarified earlier to address me only as sir. This is definitely “I don’t know what I don’t know” territory. I’m going to need to do more research.

Meanwhile, she compliantly strips off her shirt, and now that I’m paying attention, it’s clear the expression on her face has shifted. She looks at peace.

Is that what’s happening to me too? I feel unusually centered.

She removes her bra and her bare tits spring free. Fuck. They’re gorgeous, slightly fuller than a handful, her soft peach skin offset by dark pink nipples. I can’t wait to see how she likes me to play with them.

I lick my lips at the thought. Her nipples are hard, ready for my attention.

Not yet. Instead, I test another dynamic.

“Look at you doing what you’re told. You’re listening so well.”

Her eyes melt with pleasure at the praise.

“Beautiful, you look beautiful.” Reading her expression, she likes that comment too, but not as much as being told she did well. Very interesting.

I adjust my glasses so they lie straight. “Now spread your legs for me, Eden. Slowly.”

With her weight on her arms, she leans back slightly and brings her legs apart, inch by inch. Soft pink cotton suddenly in full view, with a noticeable wet spot.

Part of me is dying to race over and worship her without delay. But I hold myself back. Control the situation. Measuring our limits.

“Stop there,” I command, again keeping my voice kind even if my words are stern.

She’s panting softly now, whether it’s because I’m doing a good job at this or because she enjoys showing herself off for me, or both.

As for me, I’m stunned to note that I’m already leaking pre-cum in my shorts. Jesus. Focus on her, I tell myself.

The words that come out of my mouth next—I’m not even sure where they come from.

“You’re obeying like a good girl. I’m very pleased.”

She gives a little whimper in return, her tits shaking slightly.

“Pink panties? I like that color on you.”

“Thank you. Sir,” she says softly, and fuck if I’m at risk of coming just from that.

“Unless I hear a safe word, I’m going to take them off you and see what else we both enjoy, okay?”

She nods, no hesitation. “Yes, okay.”

I kneel, and my hands hit her hips a second later, the pads of my fingers running against the cotton on each side. Once I reach the elastic, I curl my fingers in and drag the fabric down.

She’s kept her legs wide, like I asked. Compliant. “Look at you. Look at you, being so perfect.” She lets out a pleased sigh. Praise, praise, praise, I tell myself.

“Good listeners get rewarded. Do you want to be rewarded, Eden?”

“Yes…” she breathes out.

“Yes?” I prompt.