Page 6 of Tangled Temptation

“I—”

“Be quiet.” Her eyes widened at his firm tone, but he gave her credit, she didn’t say a word. “I want you to remove your bra.”

She swallowed, and her eyes fluttered shut.

Jared sat back to give her room and waited. When she didn’t move, he continued. “You’ve got one minute. Beyond that and you’ll be punished.”

“You didn’t say anything about punishment.”

Jared groaned. “I didn’t, but should have.” Angie had a way of making him forget to finish up his protocols. “I expect you to do what I tell you to do. If you don’t want to, simply say you’re safe word and we can discuss or move on.” He paused to let the words sink in. “If you don’t use your safe word, and don’t do as I have directed, there will be punishment.”

“And what would that entail?”

“A spanking for the first couple of infractions. After that we’ll discuss if it happens.” He doubted it would take more than a spanking or two with her.

Angie took a deep breath. “All right.”

“Remove your bra.” He kept his gaze on her face. He couldn’t detect any distress, only excitement. Normally, he’d talk more with his submissive, finding out her likes and dislikes. With Angie, he didn’t want to take the time to wait. He wanted her now. This woman was a temptation.

She pulled her shirt from her skirt, then curved her arms around her back, underneath her shirt. He enjoyed the way the shirt tightened against her breasts. The next thing he knew, she was drawing her bra straps down her arms under the fabric and pulling off her bra without removing her shirt.

Clever girl.Admiration filled him. He’d underestimated her. All his instructions would have to be explicit and detailed. Angie was determined to retain some control.

With her bra dangling from her finger she waited.

“Take your panties off.”

Color flooded her cheeks, but she didn’t hesitate. She dropped her bra and managed to remove her underwear without showing him anything but a small amount of leg. Angie dropped them on top of her bra next to the chair.

“How many men have you had sex with?” He leaned back in his chair.

“I’m twenty-eight, not eighteen. How the hell do I know?”

“I’m thirty-two, and I’ve had sex with fifteen women. How many?”

“Fifty.” Her sarcastic tone came through loud and clear.

While he admired her fire, she needed to learn about submitting to him.

“Unbutton your blouse.”

Her hands didn’t budge.

“If you won’t obey me, this is over.” He stood, disappointed she couldn’t take such a simple order from him.

“Damn bossy man,” she muttered as she unbuttoned her shirt.

“I’m the man you need.” When she finished, her breathing was rapid. “Now open it and bare your tits to me.”

Her fingers trembled as she followed his directions, glancing around. She was nervous because they were outside, and he looked forward to showing her the sensuality of bare skin, open air, and him. Jared stood, walked behind her chair, and gazed down at her bare chest. Magnificent pale globes. Her breasts rose unsteadily as she tried to calm her breathing.

“Have you ever been tied up?” He returned to his chair. The view from there was even better. Her nipples were taut.

“No.” Her tongue darted out and touched her lips.

He would be the first to teach her bondage. A pleasant thrill coursed through him. “How many different positions have you had sex in?”

She lowered her lashes. “Two.”

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