Terror studied her intently. He was excellent at hiding his real emotions, but she knew that slight stiffness in his jaw and the twitch of his ruined eyebrow betrayed his uncertainty. He was afraid of being rejected or of scaring her by asking too much too soon. Couldn’t he see how much she loved him? Trusted him?
Wanting to make that clear to him right then and there, she held his intense gaze and removed her mask. She let it slip from her fingers and knelt. She wasn’t quite sure of the proper technique for presenting herself, but she did know that placing her hands on her thighs and turning her palms up toward him meant she wanted to serve. She adjusted her hands, never breaking eye contact, and silently offered her submission.
Terror inhaled a deep breath, his shoulders lifting and his expression losing some of the tension. He stepped closer and ran his thumb along her cheek and jaw. He traced her lips and smiled down at her. “I love you, Maisie.”
Certain the rules about sign language didn’t matter here where no one else could see them, she signed back her answer. “I love you.”
He repeated the gesture and bent down to claim her mouth with a tender kiss. When he straightened, he gestured to his clothing. “Undress me.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, hoping he would figure out the meaning. Standing, she wobbled a bit on her slightly uncomfortable heels.
“Are you okay?” Terror’s hand was on her elbow in an instant, steadying her. He knelt down to help her out of her shoes first. He set them aside and studied her feet. “No more heels for you. Your feet are still so tender from your time in the prison camps.”
“I know.” She frowned down at them. “They’re not nearly as pretty as the ones the woman in the swing has,” she added with a bit a sadness.
Terror obviously couldn’t understand everything she had said, but he seemed to comprehend that she was complaining or comparing herself to someone else. “Your feet are perfect, and if you want, I'll worship them like those men back in the queening suite.”
She made a face. “Ew! Gross! No!”
He laughed and then shook his head. “Okay. We’ll cross foot fetish off your list of possibilities.”
“Yes. Definitely!”
Terror pressed a loving kiss to her belly. “Prude.”
She feigned outrage as he rose to his full height. Her stomach did that funny little swooping thing when he towered over her like that. Remembering his instruction, she undressed him. She carefully folded each piece of clothing she removed and set it safely aside on the couch. She made sure his socks were neatly placed into his shoes and then returned for her next instruction.
“Take this off,” he ordered, flicking the flimsy dress.
It was simple enough to remove, and she dragged it up and over her head. She placed it next to his pile of clothing along with her discarded shoes. When she turned back toward him, he pointed at the floor in front of him. “Kneel.”
She knelt at his feet in a smooth motion that she hoped pleased him. On her knees, she was at eye level with his cock. She had already had him in her mouth twice and enjoyed the act, especially when he shuddered under her tongue and made her feel like the most powerful woman in the universe. So, she wasn’t at all disappointed when he asked her to suck on him.
Grasping his thick shaft, she swiped her tongue along the underside of it. When she reached the tip, she pulled it between her lips and lavished it with attention. His hands flexed at his sides as she fluttered her tongue around his crown and sucked him lightly. She teased him with small kisses up and down his length before taking him deeper. She held him in the warmth of her mouth and lifted her gaze to meet his stormy one. His nostrils flared, and he swallowed down a shaky breath as she eased off his shaft and let him see her tongue flicking at him.
“Arms behind your back,” he ordered, and she smoothly complied. “You can use them if you need to ask me to stop.”
She nodded even though she doubted she would need that allowance. There were men who would take advantage, but not him. She sat back on her heels and opened her mouth, exaggerating its wideness and sticking out her tongue as an invite. His sexy grin made her belly