Page 51 of For the Sub

His instruction was firm, not a request, but an order.

The command in his tone settled her as effectively as a touch, and she drank it in as if it were the finest champagne.

He sat on the mattress, and she reached for his laces.

Surprising her, her fingers shook as she removed his boots then slid them next to a pair of her sandals beneath the bed.

“Thank you,” he said, after she’d tucked his socks away.

She approached small acts of servitude with reverence.

Making her Dom’s life somewhat easier fed her soul. Brandy enjoyed all the physical acts of BDSM tremendously, but to her, submission was an entire package that she loved.

As she’d explained to friends and family who weren’t in the lifestyle, her preferences didn’t make her a doormat. Domination and submission were symbiotic, two sides of the same coin. Things needed to be in balance for success. And after all, she appreciated him helping out and being her protector.

“Finish stripping for me. I want to see the rest of your body naked. You may stand.”

She’d been nude at the Den, so she shouldn’t have anxious butterflies in her tummy. But with him sitting on her bed, arms folded across his chest, courage failed her. More than anything, she wanted to please him.

After rising, she wriggled out of her skirt.

Right now she wished she’d worn stockings instead of tights, but he’d expressed no displeasure. Earlier, he’d used them to all but hobble her.

“Nice.”

Their gazes met. His voice held heat. He was obviously not disappointed in her choice.

Emboldened by that knowledge, she decided to do a bit of a striptease.

She toed off her sheepskin-lined boots then crouched to tuck them beneath the bed, not far from his legs.

“Brandy…”

“Sir?” It took all her concentration not to grin.

“Fuck.”

Of course she held the power in this moment, but she also recognized how fleeting it was. He could and would snatch it back in an instant.

Then, turning her back to him, she slid her fingers beneath the tight elastic band and started to shimmy the material down her legs.

“Stop.”

The sharp edge in his voice brooked no refusal. Immediately she froze.

Her temporary Dominant kept her off balance.

Like earlier, her tights were around her knees, preventing movements.

“Grab your ankles.”

How she loved the carnality of a D/s relationship. No vanilla guy had ever ordered her around like this. Not knowing what to expect thrilled her.

Once she was in position, he stood. Upside down, she remained where she was, struggling to remember to breathe.

He walked around her slowly, looking at her. After stopping behind her, he pulled down her thong. “You kept it in place.”

“I wouldn’t dare disobey you.”

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