Page 35 of For the Sub

Part of him hoped not.

That small scene had explored their power dynamic. After all, she could have safe worded at any point, or asked him to slow down.

With a sense of pure male satisfaction, he savored the sight of her wiggles as she danced around while tugging up her tights. Once she’d adjusted them, she smoothed her skirt back into place.

He handed the sweater to her. “Do you have any objection to going braless?”

“My breasts are a bit on the large size, Sir, so I almost always have one on unless I’m at the Den. But if it’s your pleasure, I’m happy to do as you wish.”

“Then skip it. I want to see your pretty nipples all night and imagine them in my mouth, in my clamps.”

She stilled.

Had his words aroused her? Made her anticipate what would happen later?

They sure as fuck had turned him on.

“Yes, Master Niles.” She pulled the sweater over her head.

Though the material was thick, the swell of her breasts was beautifully obvious to him.

His dick would be hard all afternoon.

Maybe this hadn’t been his best idea.

Gently, he untucked her hair from her collar. “How does your ass feel?”

“Sore.” Her little grin meant she hadn’t learned her lesson—not to tug on the tiger’s tail. “And frankly, Sir? I like it. It makes me think of you.”

Brandy—his Brandy—was incorrigible.

“Are you ready for some wine?”

“Please.”

He splashed a small amount into one glass.

After swirling the rich, red liquid, inhaling the scent, then sipping to confirm its taste on his palate, he poured them each a glass.

“It’s more full-bodied than I anticipated,” she said, making a funny little sound with her mouth.

“I like more than my wine that way.”

“Do you, Sir?” For the space of a heartbeat, they were both silent. “Lucky for me.”

“Everything about your shape tempts me, pretty sub.”

She shifted, and desire flared in her eyes.

Good thing she had company arriving soon, otherwise he’d strip her and fuck her where she stood.

“Shall I give a quick tour of the place so that you’re more comfortable?” she offered. “Not that there’s much to see.”

Before leading the way to the large living room, she snatched up the discarded bra. “Originally, I think this was a separate dining room and living room, but a wall was knocked down between them.”

Because there was a slight variation in the hardwood flooring, he was certain she was right.

“Since I have an eat-in kitchen, I use it as a great room of sorts.”

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