My eyes moved to the bed, and that was when I spotted the lacy black lingerie.
That was definitely for me.
There was a note, scribbled in his masculine handwriting. Put this on, baby.
My eyes narrowed at the word baby, and I crumpled the note in my hand and tossed it on the ground. I picked up the black baby doll with the push up bra and held it up to my body. There was a black thong with it, a G-string that barely covered anything.
He had specific tastes.
I’d never put lingerie on for a man. I’d never been in a serious relationship that garnered the occasion. My life was full of flings, men I hoped would become something more until my interest fizzled out.
I pulled it on then fixed my hair. I wasn’t wearing any makeup because I didn’t have any here. It wasn’t like I’d packed a bag and took off for the weekend. I examined myself in his vanity, fixing my black hair until it framed my face. Without eye liner and mascara, my eyes didn’t pop like they usually did. When I wore red lipstick, it highlighted the bow-curve of my upper lip, and now I wished it were highlighted.
Bones liked me this way, but I wished I looked better.
Not that I should care to look better for him.
He stepped out of the bathroom, his shoulders still slightly wet from the shower he just took. He didn’t come out with a towel like last time. He came ready for the occasion.
He stopped and stared at me, his eyes roaming over the lingerie he left for me. He started at my neck then slowly trailed his eyes down my body. He focused on my tits before he admired the curves of my waistline. Farther he went, moving down my legs before he lifted his gaze back to my face.
Like a shark circling his prey, he started to move.
He walked around me, getting closer and casting a shadow across the room. He was a head taller than me, so he dominated me with his size without even standing perfectly straight. He stopped when he was directly in front of me, his face tilted down so he could look at me.
My heart was beating so fast.
I’d already been with him twice, but I was even more nervous than before. My attraction wouldn’t change the fact that this man was terrifying. He scared me sometimes, when he looked at me with those predatory eyes. I felt like prey, like there was nothing I could do to escape this brutal man. I was his—and there was nothing I could do about it.
He started at my stomach. He gripped my waist, his hands large enough to completely reach around my tummy, from thumb to finger. His thumbs pressed against my belly button, and he squeezed me gently, showing that he had my life in his hands. He stared down at me, his blue eyes concentrated on my curves.
My hands went to his forearms because I wanted to feel the chiseled muscles of his arms. I wanted to feel his corded veins and the light amount of dark hair. My fingers could wrap around his girth the way he could wrap his hands around my waist.
He moved his forehead to mine, his fingers gently tugging me closer to him. I felt like a slave, obedient and still. I was his to enjoy, and I had to wait until he found something he wanted to take.
He moved his hands to my chest, his palms right above my tits. My heart was beating so fast and now he could feel it. Now he knew how nervous I was, how much his proximity affected me. I could put on a brave face and pretend to be unafraid of the entire world, but when it came to my heart, it didn’t lie.
His right hand moved farther up until he reached my neck. He wrapped his fingers completely around, getting me in the perfect grip if he wanted to choke me. His fingers pressed into me threateningly.
I held my breath. I focused my gaze on his chest, seeing the black ink that was all over his body. Some of the images were of skulls or blades. Some were small trees, and another was a European soldier from the second world war. His body was a canvas, and I wondered what the artwork meant.
His hand loosened toward my jawline, and he swiped his thumb across my bottom lip.
I closed my eyes. Feeling him want me and taking his time made it more intense than before. Last time, he couldn’t wait to get inside me. He was desperate to shove his cock in my mouth and in my pussy. But now, he had the restraint to slow down even more.
He pulled his head back and met my gaze head on. “I’m the first man you’ve ever been with.”