“I…” My hands come together in front of my belly button, and I wring them nervously. He takes hold of them, pulling them apart, and places my palms flat on his chest.
“Close your eyes. There you go, good girl,” he murmurs, and I instantly melt at his voice and the words and the feel of his strong chest beneath my hands. “Now tell me what you want.”
With my eyes closed, the liquid courage I drank takes over. “I…. You’ve done everything to wash away and replace the things he did to me. Almost everything. There’s only one more memory, one more place on my body and inside me that I haven’t allowed you to mark as your own. And… and I’m ready. I… I was actually ready a few days ago, the day you said I completed my sessions and you would allow me to become a member of your club. But I wanted to save it, to make it special. And what could be more special than our first night together as Dom and sub… here?” I ask, opening my eyes to meet his, now that I got all the words out.
His gaze is intense, startlingly so, and I hold my breath to wait for his response. He’s looking for my sincerity, deep into my soul, to make sure this is what I truly want, that I’m not just doing it to please him. And he must see that I’m not. That I’m desperate for him to finally claim every piece of my body that was once sullied with another man’s unwanted touch. I trust him with my very life, let alone my body, and I know he’ll do everything in his power to make it pleasurable for me.
He takes a step back, a sexy smile pulling up one corner of his lips. “Dress and lingerie off, goddess, and your shoes. Place them into the trunk there—” He gestures toward a big wooden trunk that’s next to the curtain wall. “—and then step up to the padded table,” he commands.
I immediately step out of my black pumps, shrinking three inches in a heartbeat, and I reach for the hem of my black T-Shirt dress. I pull it up and off over my head in one swift move, leaving me in just my underwear as I fold the dress twice and toss it into the trunk. My eyes lift to watch him as I unhook my bra, instantly mesmerized by how fucking sexy he is. All he’s doing is unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling up the long sleeves of his black button-up, but my God, it’s like I’m watching the most erotic porno ever created as he exposes those girthy forearms.
“You keep looking at me like that and this won’t go the way I’d like it to, my love,” he growls, and I lift my eyes from his sinewy arms to see his have gone dark with desire.
I toss my bra into the trunk, and all that’s left is my black seamless thong. “It would be your own fault, Viking. You and your goddamn Thor arms,” I say breathily, hooking my thumbs into my panties and dragging them down my legs, feeling the wetness that had pooled there skim my thighs. I step out of them then bend down to pick them and my shoes up before placing them into the truck and close the lid.
I follow his previous order and step up to the padded table, waiting for his next command. My core is already aching and needy just from the intensity of the moment, where we are, what it signifies, furthering the D/s part of our relationship, and the way he’s looking at me, like he wants to eat me alive.
When he approaches me, he’s still fully dressed. Just his sleeves have been secured right below his elbows. He’s a wall of black from neck to toe, and the eroticism of me being completely naked while he still has all his clothes on just adds to the fantasy-like feeling in the room. His big, warm hand comes up to cup my cheek, and my head leans into his touch on its own. He lifts my chin, making me meet his beautiful blue eyes as he speaks. “I love you, goddess. With everything I am. You know that, right?”
“Yes,” I whisper without hesitation, because he’s proven over and over again how true that is. There’s no longer an ounce of worry that he’ll wake up one