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Intrigued by her obedience, I watched intently while Mia reached behind her and removed the silver barrette holding her hair in place. Her shoulder-length locks cascaded down, partially obscuring one of her eyes. With delicate fingers, she began to remove the ballgown then the teddy underneath.

A mix of emotions swelled within me—excitement, anticipation, and an appreciation for her beauty. Mia’s actions spoke volumes, conveying her willingness to surrender herself to my desires. I couldn’t deny the surge of power and arousal coursing through me while I witnessed her unveiling, fueling the intensity of the night ahead.

Bending gracefully, she folded the clothes before placing them on the floor. Only then did her eyes meet mine, stealing a glance to ensure I watched.

“Do you like what you see”

“You can call me, Ethan,” I said, as I sat down, observing her every move.

She smiled, maybe, because I had given her my name. It was something we could do, but I imagined most who came to Club Curve never exchanged names. It was optional, and I knew this would be my last time coming here. I would be far from the club and less interested in such temptations.

Mia remained still, her eyes fixed on the floor. I sensed her nervousness as she swallowed hard, her arms held tightly to her sides. Yet, even in her apprehension, her slightly parted legs conveyed a message—an unspoken invitation, a reminder that her body was open to me.

It was as if, all the time, I drove her, even when I thought about tonight nearly two weeks ago. I’d kept thinking of myself being with Hayley again. Now, it was as clear as day that, even though Mia—if that is really her real name—looked like Hayley, she was very different to her.

Hayley would never have worn a red ballgown. If anything, she would have chosen silver or gold. Red was out of the question. It was a simple thing like telling Mia my name. With Hayley, I wouldn’t have had to disclose that, but Mia and I were strangers. Shyness filled her, and I had doubts about whether this was a good idea. In that moment, it felt as if guilt were the driving force behind my emotions.

Undoubtedly, Mia needed the money. Backing out now would mean she wouldn’t receive the full amount, and I would be left with a lingering sense of uncertainty. Hayley hadn’t passed away just yesterday. It had been five years. She was my high school sweetheart, but she would want me to find happiness. She would want me to enjoy this night.

I remained silent, observing Mia standing there, a captivating display before me. She knew what was expected of her, and it was her duty to comply.

She folded all her clothes and even the teddy she was once wearing into a neat pile. Her breasts, large and firm, boasted beautifully dark nipples that stood out against her pale skin. A surge of anticipation coursed through me as I envisioned the sensation of those teats against my tongue. The mere thought of indulging in her breasts intensified my breathing and heightened my desire.

A slight tremor in her left hand betrayed her vulnerability while she stood uncovered, inviting my scrutiny. I finally grasped her intention—why she chose to face me while undressing instead of coyly turning away. By presenting her face to me, she willingly exposed herself not only physically but also emotionally, leaving herself open to my judgment.

Emotions surged within me—a potent mixture of desire, authority, and a subtle admiration for Mia’s willingness to reveal herself, both physically and emotionally.

She had either waxed or shaved entirely for me. The exquisite folds of her outer lips were well-defined and delightfully plump. She possessed an appealing softness around her vulva, a characteristic I found immensely captivating. Not only did it enhance visual aesthetics, but it also intensified certain sensations, adding an extra dimension to encounters.

She stood upright, hands obediently at her sides, her legs slightly parted, a touch wider than before. I suspected she’d positioned herself just enough to tempt me, so that if I leaned forward or adjusted my posture in the chair, I might catch a more revealing glimpse of her intimate contours.

I harbored no doubt that met with a certain tone of voice, expression, or body language, she would comply without a moment’s hesitation. It was a reaction I’d witnessed before, a testament to the power I held, and it only fueled the fires of dominance within me.

“Kneel for me.”

She looked up as if my command surprised her.

I repeated the command, but this time, I said it gentler. Mia gracefully dropped to her hands and knees, her face displaying myriad thoughts and questions.

“Crawl to me.”

She shifted, from side-to-side, and once she approached me, I commented, “The crawl is a promising start.”

Upon reaching me, she lowered her upper body almost to the ground, tenderly kissing my feet before rising to her knees.

“I expect unwavering obedience and compliance from you,” I asserted, studying her intently. “But once this collar is placed upon you, I demand complete and unquestioning submission. No room for resistance, brattiness, backtalk, or half-hearted efforts. Are you prepared for this?” I inquired.

“I am. I will be entirely obedient and compliant,” she responded earnestly.

“You would do well to be. Any transgressions will be met with immediate and severe punishment,” I warned firmly.

“Will you hurt me?” She quivered, and I realized I’d pushed her too far. She was young. A virgin, at that. I had to show that nothing that would take place would result in harm, but only pure pleasure.

“This is about carrying out sexual fantasies. I have no intention of hurting you, Mia. You know my name. There is nothing to be frightened about. There will only be pure pleasure.”

It was as if I’d given her the comfort she needed, as she let out a heavy breath.

“I will do everything within my power to please you,” she assured me.

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