A Taste of Sir (Doms of Decadence 6)

“I wouldn’t allow that to happen. I’d support you, of course. Do whatever I needed to make your life easier. But I would demand some of your time. I would insist you got enough rest and food and exercise.” He winked as he said that last word and she felt a small surge of pleasure. Perhaps his high-handedness should piss her off, but she desperately wanted someone to care about her. To actually worry if she was eating enough or sleeping.

She couldn’t remember the last time anyone other than her cousins had cared about her wellbeing.

He grabbed a black bag from the trunk of his car then they walked up to her apartment building. This was it. They were finally going to have sex. She’d known it was coming. She’d cleaned her apartment from top to bottom. She’d shaved herself—nearly from top to bottom. She’d even rushed out and bought condoms. She was as prepared as she could be.

Then why was she so damned nervous?

“Easy,” he murmured in her ear as they reached her apartment and she dropped her keys. She bent down just as he did and they banged heads.

“Oh, God, I’m so sorry,” she told him as she rubbed her stinging head. Damn, that really hurt.

“Not your fault.” He rubbed his own head. “I’ll get the keys.” He bent and grabbed them, unlocking her door before stepping inside. He followed the same ritual as he did each time he entered. He searched each room in the apartment while she waited in the small foyer. She’d learned not to move until he came back for her, after he’d given her sharp slap on her ass the first time she’d tried.

“All clear. Come here.” He crooked a finger at her and she stepped forward, her heart beating rapidly. He leaned in and kissed her, reaching around to squeeze her ass. “You’re driving me insane.”

She’d driven him nuts? He’d been the one torturing her with that vibrator and the ice.

“Knowing you weren’t wearing any panties, watching you as you grew more and more aroused, feeling the slick warmth of you folds, it was nearly enough to send me over the edge.” He turned her, giving her a sharp smack on the butt.

She jumped then reached back to rub the sting from her ass. “What was that for?”

“Just because I can. Strip.”

Um, what?

“What?”

“You heard me. And if you didn’t or you want clarification then you say, ‘sorry sir, I didn’t understand’. Can you repeat that?’”

Oh, fuck.

Mouth dry, she stared at him for a

moment. “Sorry, Sir, could you please repeat that?”

Because she had to have heard wrong, right?

“I said strip. Right here. Clothes off. I don’t think there’s anything to misunderstand, is there?”

She glanced around. Strip? Just like that? Couldn’t he strip her? That would make her feel much less self-conscious.

“Lacey, I won’t ask again. And if you aren’t naked in the next thirty seconds you’re getting a spanking, and it would be a real shame if your first spanking was for punishment not pleasure.”

He wouldn’t. But as she stared into those serious, gray eyes she knew he meant it.

So, she stripped. His gaze immediately warmed, and pleasure moved through her, despite her nerves. When she was done, she stood there, her hands clenched into fists as he studied her. He’d seen her in her underwear, but not fully naked.

“God, you’re beautiful. Sexy. Gorgeous. Smart. Amazing. Kind. Wonderful.”

Was he actually talking about her? His words confused and delighted her. Did he really mean what he said?

“I mean every word.”

Okay, that was just freaky.

“Your face is very expressive right now,” he told her. “It’s a good thing. Your defences are lowering. I want you open to me. I want you to tell me what you’re thinking. There are no restrictions on questions today, ask as many as you like. So long as you address me properly.

As Sir.