My arm is slowly lowered, and as my hand lays back on my thigh, I see the black and white braided band. It seems strange at how beautiful a simple band can be, but this is something I've wanted for so long.
“I need an answer, Beatrice. Do you accept my terms?”
Blinking rapidly, I can’t help but wonder if this is too good to be true. Is this real? Fuck, I’ve been waiting for this moment, since the second my eyes landed on Sebastian, and now, here he is, offering me everything.
My eyes stay on my new bracelet, and I already know what my answer is, but he hasn’t given me permission to answer him. Do I dare defy him? Clenching my jaw, I refuse to do so, even though I really want to see what’ll happen, if I do.
A few moments pass, and then, I finally hear the command I need. “You may speak freely.”
Fuck me.
The tone of his voice is full of praise, and hearing it sends a completely different kind of rush through me. Even though I had to fight against my baser needs to answer, when he asked, I’m glad I didn’t. The feeling of his pride and approval is something I realize I want more than his domination. Just knowing I did something so simple, to make him proud of me, is intoxicating.
Sucking in a deep breath, I don’t dare glance up to him, as I say, “I have one request, before I give my answer, sir.”
A hand is suddenly tracing down my head in a loving and gentle gesture. It’s a little unsettling, since I never expected such tenderness from him. “What is your request?” He barks out, but I know he’s glad I said what I did.
It’s in the way he’s still caressing me, showing me how proud he is. Even if his tone of voice is hard and commanding, I sense what he’s really feeling. I’m starting to realize that pride and approval is something he shows freely.
I wonder how it would go, if I did something to disappoint him?
Focusing on the question at hand, I swallow, as I state, “I prefer not to be called Beatrice again.”
“Stand up,” he demands, and I quickly do so.
It’s sort of difficult, since for one, my legs have started to go to sleep, so now, they’re tingling. Not to mention, this dress makes it hard to move fast, but I somehow manage it without falling on my face.
Still keeping my head down, I stare at my bare feet. Feeling a finger under my chin, Sebastian raises my head, but I still refuse to meet his gaze. “Look at me.”
God, he’s confusing me, but I do it, because he demands it. As my eyes land on his, I have to remind myself to breathe. Those green eyes are so full of want and pride. My stomach takes a dive, as my pussy clenches, knowing how much I’ve pleased him.
“Tell me why you hate your given name.”
This seems a bit off course, but again, I do, as I’m told. “My mother only calls me by that name, and she uses it, as a way to remind me of how much of a disappointment I am to her.” Granted, I don’t go into full details, but I get the feeling he doesn’t want to know the full story. We’d be here all night if I did that.
Understanding is suddenly laced in his gaze, and my heart pounds, sensing he gets what I mean without telling me so. “Done. If there is anything else, tell me now.”
“No, sir. I accept your terms,” I instantly rush out.
The side of his mouth twitches, and dare I say, he’s trying to hold back a grin? Before I can think about that anymore, he claims, “Good. Now, take off the dress.” I hesitate, only for a moment, but it’s enough for him to notice. “Now, Trixie. I won’t tell you again.”
Hearing the warning in his voice, I drop my gaze, as I reach behind me, unzipping the dress. The silky material slowly falls down, pooling at my feet, as my body breaks out in goosebumps, feeling his gaze on me. Since the dress had a built-in bra, I’m standing before him in only a black thong.
It’s hard not to cover myself, which seems stupid. I dance in front of half drunken men a lot, but for some reason, it’s different now. I have a feeling it’s because it’s him. This moment between us is way more intimate than just stripping for clients. This isn’t a job, either. As much as I want to deny it, this means so much more to me. His approval means so much more than taking my clothes off for strangers.
And I wish I could look up to see his expression, as he gazes at my naked body. Do his green eyes linger with want and hunger, or lust and desire? Maybe, a combination of all four. Either way, I know it has to be full of something. I can feel his gaze, as if it’s tenderly caressing every single part of me. That and the fact that I’m tracking his feet again. My breathing is the only thing I notice, and the sound of my heart, pounding in my ears. What is he waiting for? The anticipation is killing me, and as I wait longer and longer, my heart pounds harder and harder.
When he stops in front of me, I remind myself to breathe and to keep my gaze down. In all the times I was learning how to be submissive with Kendra, I never once thought all this would come naturally. Somehow, I know to keep my eyes down, and I know to stand still, yet tall for him.
I just know.
The urge to disobey those instincts are strong, but I want to feel that rush of pleasing him again. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before, and I’m
