Page 5 of For the Sub

The rapid rise and fall of her chest indicated she was not as relaxed as she appeared. Perhaps this was more than role-play to her? “I’d like you to leave on the heels for now.”

“Of course, Sir.”

As he unbuttoned his cuffs and folded back his shirtsleeves, he asked her, “How expensive are your panties?”

“Very,” she said.

“Sorry in advance.”

A small smile played with her lips. “Occupational hazard, Sir.”

He crossed to one of the drawers and took out a pair of safety scissors.

Almost every week, he cut the material from an actress. This, however, was different. She wouldn’t be turning in an expense report for replacement lingerie. Well, at least not to his company.

She stood still as he slid the blunted end between her skin and the lace. “Ask me to do it.”

Brandy met his gaze. “Do it,” she encouraged. “Cut the panties, Sir.”

He did. The useless scrap pooled to the floor.

Then he took in her shaved pussy. “My preference, pretty sub.”

“I’m pleased you approve, Sir.”

She’d given him a stock answer. Any sub, any time would reply with a variation of those words. From what he’d observed, her training had been complete, exquisite even. But something in the pit of his stomach yearned—demanded—more from her.

Honesty?

For this to be real.

Away from here, in a private scene—a date—do you behave differently?

Where the fuck had that question come from?

The pain of a broken heart and shattered illusions had left him with no interest in a relationship ever again.

Forcing himself to refocus on the moment, he tucked her ruined panties into his pocket, then instructed, “Remove your bra and drop it.”

Without hesitation, she did so.

The room was silent, save for the sound of his heartbeat, and her shallow breaths. “Now look at me and tell me what you want, pretty sub.”

Their gazes collided.

“To please you,” she said.

“Then stop with the expected bullshit.”

She gasped. “I’m not sure what you mean, Master Niles.”

“I think you do.”

Without responding, maybe considering her answer, she slowly licked her upper lip.

“Stalling?” he asked.

“No, Sir.” She shook her head. “I’m trying to figure you out.”

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