Page 26 of Crave Me
You will wear one article of clothing. Choose something you think will please me.
Tonight begins your training.
Remember, sub, submission is your choice. Your gift to me. It’s something I will not take advantage of. Erase whatever preconceived notions you have about how this night will go, and think of only how pleased I will be by your obedience.
Sir
The bell on the elevator dinged as soon as I’d read the last word. No longer his name, as I’d called him every day this week, every time I’d seen him the last five years. He was already putting me in the correct headspace for this. Demanding and explaining. Teaching and expecting.
I stepped through the open doors, walking gingerly down the red and gold patterned carpeted hallway toward the room where my night would begin. Forget the past. Forget any preconceived notions I’d had. It was futile.
I had too many hopes built on how this night would go that by the time I walked into the room, the click of the lock engaging behind me, everything was a dull roar, muted from the thundering in my ears from my pounding pulse.
I stepped out of my shoes, barely scanning the space in front of me. He’d rented us a suite, which I’d assumed when floor twenty-three in the elevator was the top floor. It was still one large room, a massive bed through an opened doorway on the far right. Ahead of me was a living area. An electric fireplace with a wall-mounted television above it faced a seating area. One gray couch, two black chairs.
One facing the door, one with its back to it.
I stumbled as I took my first step on bare feet, catching myself as I focused on the chair where he’d want me, facing him so he could see me ready for him as soon as he entered.
Another quick scan and I hurried to the bathroom. I’d come from home, stopping by there to shower and get cleaned up after work and while I’d entered the room exactly on time if not a minute or two early, I already had the undeniable urge to please him as he entered.
I placed my overnight bag on the vanity counter top and stripped out of my short black cocktail dress I’d worn to the hotel. I didn’t choose it because of the sex appeal even though it was one of my favorites, but because beneath it, I could wear the one article of clothing he’d told me I could.
A deep, purple satin slip with the same colored lace covered my breasts. My nipples, visible through the lace, were already hard, pushing against the fabric in a delectable way. The satin barely brushed beneath my backside and I’d worn nothing beneath, per the rules of his card. At the back, the thin satin straps crisscrossed and rubbed over the remaining marks on my back. They still ached some, but not enough to deter me from moving forward with the night.
With a brief look at myself in the mirror, my cheeks flushed as I fluffed my blonde hair before quickly braiding it and draping the braid over one shoulder. It wasn’t necessary, but I wanted nothing in the way of whatever he wanted to do to me tonight.
I glanced at my phone and cursed.
Two more minutes to go. I crumpled my dress and shoved it into my bag, adding the hairbrush. I dropped my bag on the floor in the bedroom and scurried to the living room.
Settling to my knees, I shoved up the short slip to the very tops of my thighs and spread my knees. Goose bumps pebbled my skin, chilling me and making me shiver despite the warm air in the room. The carpet, coarse beneath my legs was in direct contrast to the smooth satin I wore.
I was doing this. I had done everything he asked and now I only had to focus on one thing. Rather, one person.
Simon.A vision of him appeared in the backs of my eyelids as I relaxed my breathing, steadied my racing heart. His brown ruffled hair, the intensity in his gray-blues. The way his lips crinkled when he smiled. How all week long he’d been gentle with me, taking his time to make sure I was healing properly.
The very first night I met him, I’d noticed his plastic framed glasses first. He’d been all sexy professor and when I’d learned he was a teacher, my only response had been, “Of course you are.” His eyes twinkled at me like we’d shared an inside joke before he’d zoned back in on Cassie.
And after that moment, that brief, sharedthing, he’d barely paid me any attention the rest of the night, totally enraptured in Cassie’s tall and lithe body and her sexy manner radiating from her every pore.
The door unlocked, the click echoed loudly in the room and every one of my senses went on high alert. My blood raced faster. Adrenaline coursed through my veins like a rushing river.
He said nothing as he entered. Nothing as the door locked behind him. Silently, he walked through the living room. Cupboards opened and closed in the kitchenette off the entryway. Everything inside me screamed to look up, shouted at me to take a peek, to make certain it was really Simon in the room. But with my senses on alert, I already knew it was him. The woodsy scent of his cologne drifted into the air and tickled my nose as I remained calm, head down.
My body warmed. My stomach tightened. I barely held back a shiver of anticipation.
I was wet. My hard nipples tingled and scraped against the lace.
The cupboards closed again. A whoosh from the refrigerator closing, and then soft footsteps headed toward me until bare feet peeked from the bottom of black dress pants, directly in front of my knees. God, I wanted to see him. Wanted to know if his eyes were swirling with a similar desire boiling inside of me.
“You’ve done well, sub.”
I lost my hold on that shiver and it rolled down my spine. I’d pleased him. “Thank you, sir.”
“You doing okay?”
His hand settled on the top of my head, burning straight to my scalp. His caress singed me everywhere as his hand slid down, and then, a fingertip outlined the edge of my ear.
