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What? In that moment, he’s regained his power and reminded me of my position as his submissive. Shocking me, it’s heady as sin.
“I’d like you to finish undressing me, Allie.”
When he’s totally naked, standing above me, the sight of his heavy balls filling my vision, he issues his next command.
“Now place your hands behind your neck again. The exact same way you did earlier.”
I should have known he had a plan.
Obediently I resume my former position, thrusting my chest forward. My nipples seem to beg for attention.
“Look at these,” he murmurs. “So hard, so perfect.”
I wonder who I am, craving his approval, living for it.
His cock angles toward me, thick and throbbing, his balls heavy, and the air between us seems to arc with energy.
“There are two kneeling positions I want you to know.”
Reinforcing our roles.
“The one you’re in now is called kneeling up. It’s more formal. At times I’ll allow you to kneel back—sitting on your heels, hands gently resting on your thighs, palms up You’ll be more relaxed, but there will be no doubt about your submission. Let me show you.” Gently he takes my shoulders and places me where he wants me, his hand gentle but firm.
Every moment I’m with him, my surrender becomes deeper.
“You’ll always want to remain in position unless given permission to move.”
God. The way he’s standing over me. So strong. So authoritative.
“There are consequences for disobedience.” His voice is a dark promise that sends a shiver through me. “Are we clear?”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Lyra
“Yes, Sir.” How can this be me?
“And you agree to my rules?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“Always. Consent matters to me. If you agree to my rules, they’re binding.”
I just want to get on with this. “In that case, yes. I agree, Stryker.”
“That pleases me.” He pauses. “You really are beautiful, Allie. You know that?” His words are soft, sincere, and I close my eyes, letting them sink in. For a moment, I believe I am.
“Now look at me.”
He throbbing cock fills my vision, and my mouth waters.
For a moment, he leaves me, returning with a blindfold. It dangles from one of his fingers. “I’d like you to try this. You might find it frees you.”
The way he’s phrased it says that the choice is totally mine.
“And you would always have the option to safe word if things became too much.”
Even though I’m nervous, I nod.
