“Now, stand up. Take off your clothes for me and try to be entertaining.” She sat down in the over-sized black leather chair, as though telling a man to strip for her was a common occurrence.
Confused, he stood with his hands spread in a helpless gesture. “You mean, like, dance or something?”
“Yes...or something. Be inventive. I prefer that my slave be creative.” She stretched out her long legs, crossing them demurely at the ankles.
“I need music.”
“By all means.”
He picked up the remote to his sound system. B.B. King’s guitar strings twanged out a bluesy ballad with a strong beat. He began moving to the music.
Slipping the knot loose from his tie, he enjoyed a fleeting fantasy of tying her up with it, exploring her body with his tongue and finding the means to break through her icy facade. He blinked to clear his head and danced with the tie before tossing it to her. He tried to concentrate on unbuttoning his cuffs, followed by his shirtfront.
“Not too fast,” she admonished. “Tease me.”
"Yes, Mistress.” He slid the shirt down one shoulder far enough to expose one of his well-muscled pecs.
Her gaze swept over his torso, for the first time giving out a hint of interest. “Ooh, nice. You’ve been working out.”
“I have a tough job,” he said. “Lots of stress.” He exposed his other shoulder and then let the shirt fall to the floor.
“The thrill is gone,” B.B. rasped to the music.
“Don’t you believe it,” he growled as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants.
“Show me the merchandise, slave.” Her eyes were half-closed as though she shuttered herself from his scrutiny.
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