Page 84 of Rather: The Therapist

I nodded, approving the second option. There was a twenty-year-old woman inside of me screaming uncontrollably because this was exactly how she’d imagined her life. Minus the fact it was my future husband’s brother I was having sexual relations with. And, minus the fact that the marriage I’d dreamt of as a kid was arranged.

“More of your speed, Rose?”

I nodded, unable to redirect the curving of my lips.

“Speak.”

“Only I’d imagined this outfit in black, though red is winning me over.”

“Hmmm.” He nodded, taking my suggestion into consideration. “And?”

“My heels pounding the floors of a penthouse or the top level of the home of my lover.”

“That can be arranged,” he chuckled, “As long as you understand you have a lot of fucking footage to cover on that top level, love.”

I shook my head, “Let’s not blur the lines. What we have stays here. Can you at least promise me that?”

“I can.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t ever wonder, Rose. Your comfortability is my responsibility.”

“What about you?”

“What about me?” He asked.

“What will make you comfortable?”

“A spot between your legs with your pussy parted and these heels in the air.”

Like butter, I melted. The lack of emotion as the words fell from his lips revealed the viciousness of his thoughts.

“Take them.”

Because I loved a good challenge, I opened a hand, waiting for him to hand over the new beauties.

I exchanged them for the pieces of fabric in my hand. Priest wandered across the room in search of a place to hang the threads. He settled with the closet after a few seconds. Meanwhile, I searched through the pink bag with the large M in the center. I’d shopped at Miss Lewd enough times to remember the logo. Inside, I found a plethora of interesting products, but it was one I was looking for in particular.

“There.” Barely above a whisper, I rejoiced.

The edible oil glided on the body so effortlessly. Though I hadn’t had the pleasure of it being licked from my skin, I’d worn it a number of times. It was their best-seller and for good reasoning.

I removed the towel I’d been given and began oiling my body from head to toe. The Pre-Heat body oil didn’t sit on top of your skin. It seeped into your pores while still giving you a healthy shine and a sleekness that could be seen long before it was felt.

It wasn’t until he cleared his throat that I noticed Priest had joined me. I slathered the oil on my ankles, sure not to touch the bottom of my feet. I’d ruin the shoes. The cap twisted back onto the bottle with ease. I placed it on the nightstand just in case the seal couldn’t contain its contents.

Seconds later, I slid into the red heels. Something within me was activated. Slowly, I began to transform. Slowly, I began to recharge and the power Priest stripped me of each time I walked through the door began its journey back to me.

“Uh hm.”

He depleted me. Stripped me of the power, immediately.

“On that fucking bed.”

I strutted across the floor without haste. Carefully, Priest observed every move I made. And, when I was finally on the bed, he joined me. Up on my elbows, I anticipated the feeling of his tongue against my flesh.

“Open.”

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