Reveal Me, Sir (Doms of Decadence 9)

Perfect. One day he’d suspend her. Although he might position her differently. He’d want her legs spread wide, her pussy on display.

He steered her over to the far corner. There were club ropes he could use but he liked to use his own. For this type of bondage, he preferred a cotton rope he’d found that had a dense braid. It would be gentle on her delicate skin and, because it was thicker, the knots were easier to undo if she started to grow uncomfortable. Of course if she panicked, he’d have his EMT shears on hand.

“Turn around,” he ordered her. She turned and he untied her shirt then placed it on one of the chairs that was next to the wall. “Take the rest of your clothes off and place them there. When you’re naked, you may kneel on that mat and wait. I’m not sure what you were taught in the past, but I would like you to sit with your butt resting on your feet. Your knees should be far apart and your arms clasped behind your back. And I want your eyes to the ground, understand?”

She nodded her head, her eyes wide.

“Words from now on, wildcat. And I can’t believe I have to say that considering I just had to gag you for talking too much.”

“Yes,

Sir. But, Sir . . .”

“Yes?”

“Do I have to be naked?”

Right. He got that she had some issues with her body. Ridiculous, as far as he was concerned. But this was about what was going on inside her head. Still, he couldn’t have her thinking he would let her hide her body. Not when he thought she was perfect. He wanted to show her off.

“Look at me, baby.”

She raised her worried gaze to his.

“Why don’t you want to be naked?”

“Well, um, I thought I explained this already.”

His gaze narrowed. She needed to learn that when he asked a question like this, he wanted an answer.

“Did something happen to you? Someone hurt you?”

Her eyes widened. “What? No, Sir. I just . . . I told you I’m not that thin. My tummy isn’t flat. My thighs aren’t as thin as they could be. I have a round ass. I’ve tried exercises and different diets, but none of them make any difference. This is just the size I am.”

“Yeah, thank God for that.”

“What?”

“You think I don’t know what you look like? You think I haven’t sat in that bar night after night and stripped you naked in my mind? Baby, if you didn’t have those curves, that butt, and those thighs, we probably wouldn’t be here right now. You are exactly the body type I like. And all I care about is that you’re healthy.” He studied her thoughtfully. “Have you been starving yourself? That why you hadn’t eaten since breakfast?”

“I hadn’t eaten since breakfast because I was so busy,” she countered. She stared up at him. “You really mean all that?”

“You’re beautiful, Ria. My dick went rock-hard the minute I saw you and has been that way every time you’ve been in my sight. Ain’t nothing about that going to change when you get the rest of those clothes off. Which you have exactly thirty seconds to do before you start earning punishment.”

He turned away, as though he didn’t expect her to do anything else. But he did feel a spark of relief when he turned back a few minutes later to find her in position. She knelt beautifully. Her back straight, her gaze lowered, her hands behind her back so her breasts were thrust out. Her legs were spread, allowing him a delightful glimpse of her pussy.

“Are you wet, wildcat?” he asked.

Her head moved slightly, but she didn’t look up. Good girl. “Yes, Sir.”

He was a little surprised by her quick reply. And her honesty. But then, that was something he admired about her. She said things like they were. There was little subterfuge. There were obviously things she didn’t feel comfortable saying. But for the most part, she was straight up. Unlike that bitch, Greta.

“Look up at me.”

He wanted her to see his face when he told her this next part.

She raised her hazel eyes to his.

“You are so beautiful. And I am so glad you agreed to play with me tonight.”