Page 49 of Truth
“I hate that fucking outfit. I want you naked. Now.” His words leave little room for debate.
“What? What’s wrong with my outfit?” I look at him like he’s lost his mind.
“It restricts access.” Crossing his arms, he grins, waiting for me to disrobe.
“I’m not taking off my clothes in the middle of this room.” Hehaslost his mind.
“We’re alone, and last I checked, it’s a fucking sex club. Take your goddamn clothes off so I can bury my dick inside that tight, wet pussy, Drew.”
I’m fucking dripping the minute he growls at me, but I take all the time in the world, slipping off each shoulder, giving my tyrant his own private show. The more time I take, the more his jaw tenses. God, I love riling this man up.
“You realize the longer you take, the harsher the punishment. I will take out every one of the seconds on that ass tonight.”
“Promises, promises,” I challenge back.
He grabs his cock and adjusts the bulge, groaning with the motion. “You have ten seconds to get it off, then I’m ripping it off myself.” His demeanor couldn’t be more serious. He will tear this very expensive, amazing outfit off my body without so much as a second thought.
“Ten.”
I start on one of my heels, unhitching the ankle strap.
“Nine.”
Finishing, I move to the other.
“Eight.”
The strap around my ankle gets stuck as I start to panic. I’m never going to make it.
“Seven.”
Fuck it. I rip it off my foot and pull down my right shoulder strap, starting to shimmy.
“Six.”
I start looking around the room.
“Five.”
I scope out where I could go to buy some more time.
“Four.”
I love this outfit.
“Three.”
Son of a bitch.
“Two.”
Struggling with the zipper, it finally comes loose, and I push my jumpsuit down to my ankles.
“One.”
I’m breathless, but I feel on fire. My whole body might as well be vibrating because I’m buzzing like I’ve taken my first hit. He holds his hand out to me. I take it and step out of my clothes pooled on the floor. I stand on my tiptoes to avoid the cold floor.
“You’re gorgeous. But you’re still covered.”
