“Yes, sir,” she responds. She quickly releases the buttons and slides the coat from her arms before turning and taking the few steps needed to reach the hooks. The deep blue, knee-length skirt she wears billows around her knees but is tighter around her heart-shaped ass.
Once she’s completed her task, she returns to the exact same spot and looks back at the floor. Holly raises an eyebrow at me but says nothing as I approach Yvette slowly. I walk around her completely, looking from the top of her head down to her toes.
She doesn’t move or speak.
Only the top button of her white, executive-style shirt is unbuttoned, leaving everything to the imagination. I can only barely see the outline of a white-laced bra beneath the fabric. I complete another half rotation around her and stop.
I stand close but don’t touch her at first. I only let my eyes wander over her back and the rounded curve of her ass. I breathe slowly to keep myself in check and count to thirty as she continues to remain motionless.
With one hand, I reach around and pull her hair from her face. I drag it slowly over her shoulder and lay it down her back, exposing her ear and the skin of her neck. With the tip of my index finger, I make the slightest contact with the skin just below her earlobe, drawing my finger down with just enough pressure to tickle the tiny hairs of her neck.
She shudders, and I can hear her breathing increase a minute amount. I move my head close enough that my breath shifts the strands of her hair, but I don’t touch her again. I inhale with enough force that she can hear me.
“Do you have a job, Yvette?”
“Yes, sir. Part time.”
“What is it?”
“I work in a library, sir.”
“Do you like to read?”
“Yes, sir.”
I take my hand and gather up the hair on the other side of her face before laying it across her back. I lean closely to the ear I’ve just uncovered.
“Do you read smut books, Yvette?”
She tenses and hesitates slightly before answering.
“Yes, sir.”
“Why?”
Again she hesitates. She opens her mouth once to answer and then closes it again.
“Why do you like to read smut, Yvette?” I ask. “I’m not going to ask you again.”
“I…I like it, sir.”
“Why?”
“It gives me new ideas.” Her shoulders rise slightly as she takes a deep breath. “I might learn a new way to please my master.”
“Do you masturbate when you read these books?”
“Sometimes, sir.” Her throat bobs as she swallows, and her cheeks darken slightly.
I trace my finger down the other side of her neck, over her shoulder, and down her arm before I take a step back. I stare at her for several moments, impressed by her ability to stay still. I walk around and stand in front of her before I reach out and touch the end of her chin with my finger, tilting her head up a bit. She keeps her eyes cast down even as she moves her head.
Well trained.
“Do you like to be tied down, Yvette?” I ask softly.
“Yes, sir.”
“Look at my eyes.” Her compliance is immediate, and I see that her eyes are as dark as her hair. “Do you think you’d like to be tied to my bed with your legs spread? Do you think you could remain this still as I make you wait and wait for my touch?”