For The Love Of Sir (Doms of Decadence 3)

“Now the bra.”

With trembling hands, she reached behind and took off her bra, letting her small breasts hang free. Alex stood and walked around her. She forced herself to stand still as he peered at every inch of her. He came to stand in front of her. He ran a finger between her small breasts and down her stomach.

“Beautiful.”

“I’ve lost some weight,” she said. She knew men preferred slim women.

“That’s not why you’re beautiful,” he replied. “You would be gorgeous whatever you weighed.”

He knew just what to say to warm a girl’s heart.

“You know I’m going to sleep with you right? You don’t have to bullshit me with pretty words,” she teased.

His face grew cold. “Of course. How remiss of me. Let’s get straight to the fucking, shall we? Go lie on the bed on your back with your legs spread. I’ll try and get this done as quickly as possible.” Although his voice never grew any louder she knew he was angry.

He drew his shirt off, each movement short and hurried.

Tears filling her eyes, she turned away and grabbed her sweater. “I think I’m just going to go, this was obviously a mistake.”

Alex grabbed her arm and she stepped back with a gasp.

“Tara?” He let go of her immediately, looking at her in shock. “Christ, are you scared of me?”

“No,” she said, holding her sweater against her chest in a bid to cover herself. “But you’re angry at me. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said what I did. I was just teasing.”

“No, I should be the one apologizing.” He turned away, his shoulders stiff. “I’ll drive you home once you’re dressed; I’m sorry for the way I’ve acted.”

Tara’s need to soothe him overrode her need to retreat and she moved towards him before she could talk herself out of it, placing a hand on his shoulder. He was stiff beneath her touch.

“I don’t want to go home.” He turned around and she took a deep breath. “I’d like to stay.”

Alex raised an eyebrow. “Even though I was just a complete asshole?”

“Yes.” She got the feeling she’d hit a trigger with her teasing.

His shoulders relaxed. “Then shouldn’t you be naked?” He stared down at the sweatshirt she still held against her chest. Taking a deep breath, Tara dropped the sweatshirt. He needed her obedience right now. He needed calm and control.

She could give him that. She could sense he was hurting even if she didn’t know why and she wanted to help him.

Alex let out a deep breath.

“Strip me,” he ordered.

Damn, if her knees didn’t weaken with that order. She’d been dreaming of him naked for months, wondering what was beneath the pressed dress pants and shirts he wore. A lot of Doms wore leather, some dressed casually in jeans and t-shirts, but no one dressed as well as Alex. He always looked like he’d stepped out of a magazine.

Clumsily, she undid the buttons of his shirt. She had to get herself under control; she was acting like a teenager about to have her first make-out session. Taking a deep breath to get her nerves under control, Tara stripped his shirt off.

His chest was gorgeous, smooth and tanned. Although he wasn’t thick with muscle there wasn’t an inch of fat on him.

Even though she longed to lean in and kiss her way down his chest, she instead concentrated on undoing his pants. Kneeling, she pulled them down his legs. He stepped out of them and she folded them, putting them on top of his shirt. Next, she reached for his boxers. They were red silk. His cock was pressing against them. She eased his boxers over his erection and down his long legs.

He was magnificent. Even more magnificent than she’d dreamed he would be. And he was completely waxed down there. Beautiful.

Alex chuckled. “That’s the first time someone’s called me beautiful.”

She glanced up, blushing, unaware she’d spoken out loud.

He looked a lot more relaxed now. She put the boxers aside and stared up at him.