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CHAPTER VI

Nicky

I can hear water running in the shower. Apparently Evan wants to be just as fresh and clean as I am. I remain positioned exactly the way he instructed me. Sitting on my heels next to the bed, hands on my knees, palms up, my head lowered – aroused and confused.

I have always enjoyed playing the submissive part in the bedroom – and only in the bedroom. But never has anyone talked to me like this. Exposing me, touching me in my most intimate place this early in the game, and giving me orders like one would give to a slave.

And I am enjoying it.

What a mindfuck, albeit a pleasant one. I am embarrassed and stirred up at the same time. My heart is jumping with excitement while my mind tries to keep pace with all the crazy thoughts fueled by anticipation. What will happen next? How long will he make me wait?

Why do I like this?

No. Not this question. I subtly shake my head. There is still enough time for doubt and self-analysis after tonight. I don't have to justify myself, as long as I am enjoying this. And there is no doubt about that.

I hear the bathroom door opening, and instinctively want to turn my head to look up. But I don't. I can do this. I want to obey – and hear him tell me that wonderfully enticing praise again. I want to be a good girl for him.

He steps out of the bathroom and slowly approaches me next to the bed, each step stragically planned and intentional, even though I can sense the tension, his burning lust for me. He stops in front of me and places his naked feet close to my knees, very close. Still, I refrain from looking up.

And it’s then that I get my reward.

"Good girl," he croons. "I didn't expect you would be this good at following orders."

Neither did I, a voice inside my head exclaims. And yet, here I am. Kneeling naked in front of a man I just met.

"Look up," he orders. "I know you want to."

"Yes, Sir."

This feels like a victory. I smile as I slowly raise my head, scanning every part of his naked body as I do. His toned, long legs, up to his center, where he sports his impressive, half-erect cock.

I cannot help but pause for a moment when I see it. Gorgeous. It is intimidating how perfect this man is – all the way down to his cock, which causes me to gasp even when it is not fully awake. Straight and with a remarkable girth proportional to its length. I can literally see it growing under my eyes. Whatever I am doing, whoever I am to him – he is enjoying it.

"I am up here," he reminds me, smirking proudly when I finally raise my eyes, following up the lines of his buffed upper body. He is not as hairy as I expected. Only a faint but dark fluff decorates his toned chest. His upper body is a sculptured masterpiece of muscular canyons, coated with tanned skin.

He is so out of my league.

"You want to play with it, don't you?" he asks, standing in front of me with his hands behind his back, like a soldier.

I nod. "Yes, Sir. Very much."

"Well," he says. "Unfortunately, it will be up to me to decide whether I let that happen."

And before I have a chance to object, he produces a blindfold from behind his back.

I pout when he covers my eyes with it – which, I am sure, does not go unnoticed by him. Too soon, I am unable to continue admiring his perfect body.

I remain still, awaiting his next move. I cannot see him anymore, but I know he is quietly observing me. I can feel his eyes on me, keeping me in place and causing me to breathe heavily with anticipation.

I flinch when I feel his hands on my shoulders.

"Get up," he directs.

"Yes, Sir."

I stagger up on my feet. He supports my efforts, as my sense of balance is distorted by the blindfold and from having knelt for quite a while.

He gently guides me toward the bed. When my knees touch the edge of the bed, he says, "Lie on your back."

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