Page 30 of Bling

She felt her shoulders relax. He wasn’t being presumptuous that she would get him his coffee in the morning. It was his way of giving her an act of service to focus on to help quell her nerves. She was grateful.

“What time do you have to be in the bar tonight?” he asked.

Isabelle pulled her phone out of her purse and scrolled to her schedule. “I don’t start until nine, Sir.”

His smile was broad. “Excellent. Come here, Doll.”

She stepped nervously to him and he put his hands on her hips. “How are you feeling right now? You seem nervous. Is it the wreck or being here with me that has you tense?”

“Both, I think,” she whispered. “I don’t want you to think I don’t want this, though. Being here, spending the night with you.” She waved her hand around the room as she spoke. “I’m just not sure what to expect right now.”

He let a hand trail up her side before lifting it to rest on one cheek. She sighed and leaned into his touch.

“We’re going at your speed, Doll. You know I listen to your boundaries. All you have to do is say something if I’m brushing up against one. Right now, I’d like to push you a little further into your submissive mindset and take your mind off the wreck. Can I do that, Doll?”

When she nodded, he lowered his mouth to hers for a tender kiss. It ignited more in her than the intense kiss they’d shared in the car. She wrapped her arms around his neck to draw him closer as their lips tangled together. It was a slow, gentle kiss that sent simmering tendrils of heat through her body. She knew she wanted this man and had almost since the day she met him.

Rash decisions weren’t something she did, though, so here they were three months later, barely having shared more than a dozen kisses.

His hand skimmed the skirt of her dress and slowly inched it up until he had the hem in his hand and raised it to her thigh. Was he about to make love to her? She whimpered as he raised the dress higher. When it got high enough that they had to separate, he gave her a gentle nudge backwards and she willingly lifted her arms so he could pull the dress from her body.

She stood before him in a black bra and panty set, and a pair of low heels.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he murmured.

Feeling brave, she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, dragging the straps to her elbows as she separated the two ends.

Before she lost her nerve, she dropped the bra to the floor and hooked her thumbs into the elastic of her panties.

“Stop.”

She froze at the sound of his clipped command.

He stepped the short distance between them and knelt in front of her. He pressed a kiss to her abdomen just above her panty line before he did what she’d started to do and slowly peeled her panties away.

“Christ, Isabelle. You’re perfect.”

When her panties pooled at her ankles, she stepped out of them and waited for his next move.

His lips hovered above her pubic bone before he pressed a kiss there and stood.

“Your clothes stay off in this room,” he said, his voice husky with desire.

She nodded her agreement and his hand reached around and landed on her bottom with a sharp sting. “Answer me properly, young lady.”

She gulped. ‘Yes, Sir. It’s hard to think around you like this.”

He chuckled. “By the end of this weekend, you’re going to have received many lessons in how to keep your focus on being a good little submissive even when I’m driving you crazy, is that clear?”

She nodded again and managed to whisper, “Yes, Sir,” before he could scold her again.

“Kneel on the floor,” he said, pointing to the rug.

She stepped sideways until she was on the rug and dropped to her knees.

“Let’s talk about a few more positions you need to learn.”

He walked behind her and gave her hair a gentle tug until she held her head high.

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