I give a nod.
“Good.” Caleb gives me a slow, molten smile. “Now strip for me.”
I gulp.
“Here?”
Caleb doesn’t take his eyes off me. “I won’t tell you again.”
A shiver rolls through me at the sudden steel in his voice. It’s the voice he uses to scold people in the office, inherently commanding.
And utterly undeniable.
And just like that, a part of me relaxes.
He’s the one in control here. I don’t need to make a decision, or wonder how to act: Trying to be seductive, or second-guess how I’m supposed to behave.
All I need to do is exactly what he tells me.
Obey.
I’m shocked by the erotic thrill that sparks through me. I’ve never done anything like this before, but if I’m honest…
I’ve always wondered. Dreamed about it.
Fantasized.
A firm hand. A sharp word. The sting of a palm against my ass. Those are the images that chase me when I’m alone at night, fingers reaching between my thighs, and now… ?
Now I get to explore them, for real.
I take a deep breath, wetting my lips. Then I reach behind me, and slowly unzip the dress.
Caleb relaxes back in his chair.
His eyes are on me, watching. The lights are dim. And the music keeps playing, a sultry refrain that seems to seep into my bloodstream, making my hips sway in time to the beat.
I feel sexy. Desirable.
I slide the dress over my shoulders, revealing my strapless lace bra.
Caleb takes a drink.
I peel the dress lower, shimmying it down over my bare stomach. It falls to the ground, and I step free, standing there in my lingerie and heels. And the necklace.
On display.
My pulse skitters. I hold my breath, waiting for his next words.
“More.”
Caleb’s voice is rough, and I shudder at the foreign rasp.
Slowly, I unsnap my bra, and let it fall. The air is cool against my bare breasts, and I feel my nipples pucker at the chill.
He sits forward in his seat.
“More,” he says it again, demanding. It wouldn’t occur to me to disobey.