Page 26 of Emergence and Ascendance

"Good girl."

I lifted the silk blindfold. "Bow your head."

She did as asked and I placed it over her eyes, securing it in place at the nape of her neck, allowing my fingers to graze her skin like I wanted to do earlier today. The material was thick enough to block her sight but would still be comfortable.

"How does that feel? Too tight?"

"No. It's...fine."

I dropped a hand to her hip and gripped it firmly. "From now on, you will address me as Sir. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl." I moved close enough that my body touched hers then leaned toward her ear when I added, "Everything that happens in this room happens because I allow it and you consent. Your colors are your consent and will control how I navigate our time here. Do not hesitate to use them if needed."

"Yes, Sir."

The sound of Scotlyn calling me Sir was damn sure more enticing than when any other woman used it before. That should have been a red fucking flag, and maybe it was, but ignorance was bliss.

"Let's get started."

I placed a hand at the curve of her waist and guided her further into the room.

"Giselle went over all the rules, correct?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Those are club rules, which I will always adhere to. Now I will give you mine. The first and most important to me is honesty. If something feels wrong to you, physically or emotionally, you will tell me right away. Do not hesitate or try to push yourself beyond what feels safe, understood?"

She nodded and I tightened my hold on her hip, letting my fingers dig into her softness. "Always use your words."

Scotlyn straightened her posture. "I understand, Sir."

We stopped in the center of the room. My body met hers again and I spoke close to her ear. "I'm going to undress you."

She tensed and the rhythm of her breathing picked up.

The dress she wore was simple, white and stopping mid-thigh. It was fitted, sleeveless and extended up her neck just a little, but as simple as it was, the way the material outlined her body almost gave me motivation to leave her in it for a little longer. However, my need to see every inch of her beautiful body, on display won.

Before I removed her clothes, I placed both hands at her hips and moved them down the sides of her thighs up in front of her. I paused at her stomach, pressing firmly enough to move her back and into my chest. My dick was already hard. Thoughts of Scotlyn sitting across from me earlier and the confidence in her demeanor in contrast to the hesitation and uncertainty I sensed pulsing from her now was erotic as fuck.

I left one hand pressed into her stomach and moved the other up to cup her breast. Gently at first but then with a firmness that had her breathing more labored. When I moved my fingers roughly over her nipples, she pushed back toward me and brushed her ass over my dick. "Color."

"Green…"

I pinched her nipple hard. "Color."

"Green, Sir."

I stepped back enough to examine the dress and found the zipper that ran from the neck to the curve of her ass. I reached for it and slowly dragged it down, noticing the way she trembled and seemed unsteady on her feet. Her body was already needy but fuck if mine wasn't too.

Once I had the zipper down, I groaned lowly at the exposed skin of her back. She wasn't wearing a bra and the thin white lace of her thong was the only thing under the gotdamn dress.

My fingers glided down her spine and back up before I pushed the material off her shoulders until it dropped to the floor. I planted a kiss on her shoulder and noticed the goosebumps that surfaced on her skin when my fingertips touched the curve of her neck and worked down the exposed skin of her back. I locked my jaw to contain the smile that surfaced when she shivered from the contact.

I created some space and circled her body but didn't touch her. I just needed to see how fucking perfect she was. Chocolate skin with full breasts displaying firm nipples centered on areolasa shade darker than her skin. Scot's body was toned and fit but still had a softness from the curves of her waist and hips down to her thighs, drawing my attention to what was between them. Every layer of this woman tested my ability to make this about her and not be selfish.

"How do you feel?"

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