Page 60 of Bound By My Father's Best Friend

“I like …” I started, trailing off. “I like how I can be myself around my friends.”

He held my hand tightly for another moment, as if he wasn’t going to accept that as an answer, and then he finally released my hand and nodded for me to continue. I unclipped one of my heels and stepped out of it.

He extended his hand, as if waiting for me to give him a single shoe.

“Do I have to compliment myself for each shoe?” I whispered.

“Yes.”

I pressed my lips together and handed him the shoe. Tears welled up in my eyes as his fingers touched mine, and I opened my mouth, but no words came out because I had nothing left to say about myself.

“I love that you’re hardworking,” Hector said for me, taking the shoe.

My lips quivered as I reached for my left heel. I handed it to him.

He set the pair of shoes on the ground near his feet. “I love how bold you are.”

Tears trembled in my eyes. I stared at him, expecting him to follow up with,But your brother is so much more hardworking than you, But your brother has done so many more bold things than you have …but the words never came out of his mouth.

“Please continue,” he said softly.

With trembling fingers, I shimmied out of my skirt and handed it to him.

“I love your drive to be successful.”

“Why aren’t you saying anything about my body?” I whispered, hating that his words were bringing tears to my eyes and making me feel things that I never had before.

If he complimented the way I looked, I wouldn’t feel so … emotional right now.

My looks were the only thing I had that my brother didn’t.

“Because you’re worth more than just your beauty.”

Tears stung my eyes. “Please don’t make me take off any more.”

He held out his hand. “Take off your pantyhose for me.”

Throat closing up, I peeled off my pantyhose and folded them in my hands, not wanting to give them to him because I didn’t want to listen to another compliment. All I had wanted when I signed up for this was to learn how to be a submissive. I hadn’t expected all these emotions.

“Hand them to me,” he said.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m scared,” I whispered.

He held out his hand. “Give them to me, Heather.”

After staring at him for a couple of moments, I whimpered softly, holding back a sob, and handed him the pantyhose. I stared at the ground, feeling so bare—and not just because I was almost naked in front of him.

Terror ran through my body.What is he going to say this time?

Once he took them from me, he gently lifted my chin and made me look him directly in the eyes. His gaze was soft and, dare I say, safer than I had ever seen it. He smiled and drew his thumb across my chin.

“You’re fucking vibrant, Heather. Approachable. Respectful. Eager.” He pulled me into his lap and wrapped his arms around my waist to pull me close, his lips hovering over mine and his warm breath fanning my face. “You’re sympathetic and tender, fond and curious.”

My lips quivered, and I almost burst out into tears before he placed his lips on mine.

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