Once in his bedroom he embraced me again, then held me at arm’s length.
“So, Jane Eyre, have you been a good girl?”
“Alas, sir, yes, since I have had no occasion for wickedness.”
“And is it your wish to please me?”
“Yes, sir,” I said in all seriousness. “I wish for nothing else in the world.”
He sat on the bed and looked up at me as I stood before him. “Take off your clothes,” he said, “but not too quickly.”
Slowly I disrobed, teasing him a little as I unbuttoned and untied with exaggerated care. I blushed a little as I stripped right down to my drawers, letting them fall to the floor. But I did not try to hide myself, instead standing naked and proud before him.
“You are beautiful, Jane,” he said. “But you are shameless.”
“Only with you, sir,” I replied.
“Do you know what I do wi
