He takes a step back, a sexy smile pulling up one corner of his lips. “Dress and lingerie off, goddess, and your shoes. Place them into the trunk there—” He gestures toward a big wooden trunk that’s next to the curtain wall. “—and then step up to the padded table,” he commands.
I immediately step out of my black pumps, shrinking three inches in a heartbeat, and I reach for the hem of my black T-Shirt dress. I pull it up and off over my head in one swift move, leaving me in just my underwear as I fold the dress twice and toss it into the trunk. My eyes lift to watch him as I unhook my bra, instantly mesmerized by how fucking sexy he is. All he’s doing is unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling up the long sleeves of his black button-up, but my God, it’s like I’m watching the most erotic porno ever created as he exposes those girthy forearms.
“You keep looking at me like that and this won’t go the way I’d like it to, my love,” he growls, and I lift my eyes from his sinewy arms to see his have gone dark with desire.
I toss my bra into the trunk, and all that’s left is my black seamless thong. “It would be your own fault, Viking. You and your goddamn Thor arms,” I say breathily, hooking my thumbs into my panties and dragging them down my legs, feeling the wetness that had pooled there skim my thighs. I step out of them then bend down to pick them and my shoes up before placing them into the truck and close the lid.
I follow his previous order and step up to the padded table, waiting for his next command. My core is already aching and needy just from the intensity of the moment, where we are, what it signifies, furthering the D/s part of our relationship, and the way he’s looking at me, like he wants to eat me alive.
When he approaches me, he’s still fully dressed. Just his sleeves have been secured right below his elbows. He’s a wall of black from neck to toe, and the eroticism of me being completely naked while he still has all his clothes on just adds to the fantasy-like feeling in the room. His big, warm hand comes up to cup my cheek, and my head leans into his touch on its own. He lifts my chin, making me meet his beautiful blue eyes as he speaks. “I love you, goddess. With everything I am. You know that, right?”
“Yes,” I whisper without hesitation, because he’s proven over and over again how true that is. There’s no longer an ounce of worry that he’ll wake up one day and not want me. He truly feels about me what I feel for him, and that will never be able to be replaced.
“Then I want you to remember that when I finally claim this little ass,” he says low, and a shiver wracks through my body, tightening my nipples, as he spins me to face the padded table, grips the back of my neck in his unyielding hand, and bends me forward until my breasts and cheek press to the cool, smooth black surface.
I gasp at the sudden chill on my sensitive flesh, and moan when I feel his rough palms slide from my shoulders, down my back, and over my ass cheeks before they squeeze, massaging the muscles beneath my skin there. His hands slide around my hips then down between my legs, parting my thighs until I have no choice but to slide my feet wide apart, which brings my stomach flush with the table as well.
I close my eyes, shutting out all the toys and erotic equipment lining the wall I’m facing. All I want is to feel what my Viking is doing to me. Until he asks…
“What was it that made these scars, my beauty?” His fingers stroke gently over the stripes I know are there across my cheeks.
I bite my lip, my heart starting to pound.
“Was it a whip? No… a belt?” he prompts.
“Extension cord,” I finally manage, and his fingers pause their gentle caresses for a moment before he continues.
“Well. I won’t be erasing that memory with an… extension cord.” He growls the last part, and I hate that he’s having to picture what that scene looked like when it was happening to me. “But I will replace it with something that brings much more pleasure.”
His touch is suddenly gone, and my eyes pop open to watch the back of him as he walks over to a cabinet. He gathers a couple of items, but I don’t see what they are as he places them between his bicep and ribs, and then he approaches the wall of toys hung on hooks by loops of leather on the ends. He chooses one, and then he turns around and comes back to me, patting a flat object against his palm.