Page 54 of Faith

“What kind of panties are you wearing?”

Really damp ones. “A thong.”

“Go upstairs and strip out of your clothes but leave your panties on. Sit on that little bench in front of my bed, legs spread, hands behind you. Do you understand?”

She nodded.

“Oh and take down your hair. I like it down. Go.”

She wanted to defy him, just to see what he would do. It might cause a few sparks, but that would delay their fun. Nicola so wanted to have fun.

Without rushing, she walked up the stairs to his room. Just because she was doing his bidding, it didn’t mean she had to rush. In fact, taking her time would draw out the anticipation just a little more.

His room was a bit bigger than hers, but with the same sized bathroom. She glanced at his dresser. On it lay several toys to play with and she wondered about them. Before she could inspect them closer, he apparently didn’t trust her to follow his orders.

“Don’t dawdle,” he yelled up at her.

She stripped out of her dress, followed by her bra. She folded them and put them on the bench where she was to sit. As instructed, she pulled the pins out of her hair. When she heard his footsteps on the stairs, she hurried over to the bench and sat as he had ordered.

Even though she still wore her panties, she felt exposed. Her breasts were bare, and there was no mistaking the dampness in her panties. He would definitely be able to see it with her in that position.

He walked through the door carrying a tray that had a water pitcher and two glasses on it.

“Well, you do make a very good sub. Who would have known?”

He set the tray on the dresser, then approached her. He stopped between her legs.

“I had a feeling you would have pretty breasts, and I was right,” he said as he brushed the backs of his fingers over one nipple. His touch was like a shockwave to her system. Heat sparked, and her nipples tightened.

She wanted more, craved it, but she did not utter a word. He stepped away and she almost moaned in irritation. He made his way to the balcony.

“I know it will probably make it hot in here, but I need to close these doors. People know we live here, and you know how high-powered lenses can wreak havoc on privacy.”

She nodded.

When he had them closed, he walked back over to her. “We haven’t talked much about what you have done in the past. I assume regular play, yes?”

“Yes.”

“I have a feeling that you might like spanking.” She nodded. He hummed, and it seemed to vibrate through his body. “Have you ever participated in rope play?” he asked, as he started to unbutton his shirt.

“Yes.”

“Breath play.”

“Absolutely not.”

His mouth curved. “Me either. I tempted death a few too many times to play with that.”

He dropped his shirt on the floor and then undid his belt and removed it. Her nipples tightened even more as anticipation wound through her body.

He stepped up closer to her again and slipped his finger beneath her chin. He waited until she made eye contact.

“There is one thing you need to understand,” he said. His tone turned rougher when he next spoke. “I own your pleasure, Nicola. Every sigh, every moan, every release. They. Are. Mine. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

He nodded and stepped away again. Dammit, he was killing her by drawing this out. Usually, she thrived on it, and she normally would be happy to let her Dom take his time. Tonight, each move he made left her more aroused. He didn’t even have to touch her. Just the thought of what was next had her ready to scream.

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