“Take off your clothes,” Kieran commands.
My heart is starting to pound. That darkness in his eyes is back—that craving to dominate and control me. As usual, it serves dual purposes of frightening me and completely turning me on.
He learned his lesson the first time, right? He won’t take it too far.
I do as he instructed, recalling with a hint of amusement that he likes when I undress slowly. I perform a bit of a striptease in the hopes that it will lighten the darkness in his eyes, but it doesn’t.
Not that he doesn’t enjoy it, mind you. But I can sense the things he wants to do to me as he watches me, and…
Well, like I said. Dual purposes.
“Come here,” he says, taking a seat on the armchair and gesturing to his lap. “Face down.”
Uh-oh. He wants to spank me?
He did spank me once
