Grace
“Strip and pleasure yourself for me. Give me something worth watching.”
His words echoed in my head like a bell that wouldn't stop ringing.
I stared at him, sitting there on that black leather couch like he had all the time in the world.
Pleasure myself? In front of him?
My heart pounded so loud, I was sure he could hear it. I couldn’t tell if it was from nerves or lust. My legs trembled, but I was rooted in place.
I swallowed hard, trying to collect my thoughts. But how could I, when this god-like man was staring at me like I was dessert, he wasn’t sure whether to savor or devour all at once. He still looked cold and composed. God, how did he do that? What was so calm about ordering a woman to undress and touch herself for his entertainment.
He had touched me, explored ever
