“I didn’t say yes,” she pointed out.
But it was too late. He’d opened the door. And once he saw her, all the breath left his lungs in a low groan. And the look in his eyes...
They burned with desire.
For her.
No. She was not going to send him away.
He drew in a deep, shaky-sounding breath. “What would you like me to do next?”
Me. But she only thought it. She didn’t say it. She wanted to tease him a little.
Or maybe a lot.
“Undress,” she told him.
He hadn’t buttoned his shirt, so he just jerked it off his shoulders and dropped it onto the carpet.
“With maybe a little more finesse than that,” she admonished him.
“What? Do you want me to do a striptease?” he asked, and he sounded appalled.
She held in the laughter that burned the back of her throat. “You said you’d do whatever I said.”
He gestured at the room. “You don’t have a pole,” he said. Then he studied the room more intently. “Although it would be easy enough to install one.”
She didn’t want to ask how he knew so much about installing stripper poles. So she shook her head. “You don’t have to do a striptease,” she assured him. “You just have to strip.”
He did as she’d told him, quickly shucking off his jeans and boxers until he stood in all his naked glory before her. And he was glorious with his dick strutting out from a soft bed of auburn curls.
Because she’d always hated being a redhead, she’d never been attracted to one before. But then Trevor’s hair was more brown than red. And it was rich and thick.
Her fingers twitched to run through the overly long tresses. But she curled them into her palms to resist temptation. She would touch him.
Later...
“What do you want me to do now?” he asked, his voice gruff with desire.
“Just watch,” she told him. Since he’d stepped through the door, he’d been staring at her, at the lingerie she wore.
Guilt had compelled her to buy it. But she could have chosen several other items besides this. The leather bustier pushed her breasts up and out. Maybe it was because she’d always felt they were too small that she’d bought it. Leather panties with bows on each hip matched the bustier. She’d even bought the leather choker that completed the outfit. It, of course, was bound with a bow since the entire ensemble was part of Bette’s Beguiling Bows collection.
“The first time I saw this room, I figured you’d have an outfit like this,” he said, and his voice sounded even gruffer now.
She nearly laughed since she’d just recently purchased it.
“Where’s the whip?” he asked.
“You might find out,” she said. “If you don’t do what you’re told.”
“I am,” he protested. “You told me to watch, and I haven’t taken my eyes off you.”
But she had yet to do anything.
Maybe this hadn’t been the best idea. She’d wanted to tease him. But she felt self-conscious at first as she reached up and touched a breast.
But his eyes widened, and his breath escaped in a hiss between his clenched teeth. And when she lowered her gaze, she found his erection pulsating as if reaching out toward her.
