“Duncan.” Her breathing eased, falling into a rhythm.
“Do you trust me to take care of you?”
“Yes,” she told him without hesitation. Her quick reply warmed him. Damn, he’d missed her.
“Strip for me, baby. Just for me.”
She glanced around at the people starting to gather, then pulled off her dress.
Duncan’s breath caught as her beauty was revealed. A lacy, lavender camisole hugged her body, while a matching G-string kept her pussy from his gaze.
He wanted her naked.
“All of it.”
“No.”
He raised his eyebrow.
“Sorry, Sir. I can’t. It’s a hard limit. The camisole stays on or I don’t play.”
He stared at her thoughtfully. What was going on? Sure, she wasn’t big on exhibitionism, but it had never been a hard limit.
“Mind if I ask why?”
“I’d rather not talk about it right now, Sir.”
She was starting to look panicked and that was the last thing he wanted. So he backed off. He wanted to push her comfort level, but he didn’t want her afraid.
But he would push her eventually.
He drew her in, holding her against his body as he kissed her. He dropped his hands to her butt. He’d always loved her ass. There was less of it now. And she felt more fragile in his arms. That was something to tackle another day.
Right now, he needed his gorgeous sub to surrender.
When he stepped away, she whimpered, her eyes closed, her face flushed. Perfect.
“All right, the camisole stays on.” He moved her into place.
“Raise your arms, sugar.”
Her eyes popped open, their deep blue depths filled with trepidation as she glanced up at the cuffs.
“Duncan?” she said nervously.
“Shh, it’s okay,” he soothed, running his hands over her. Some Dom’s might have come down hard on her for questioning him, for hesitating. But those Dom’s would have been idiots. Sure, she needed boundaries, but she also needed reassurance, to know he had her best interests at heart. “What’s your safe word?”
“Odie,” she replied.
“You’ll use it if you need to,” he kept his voice stern.
She nodded.
“Words, sugar.”
“Yes, Sir.” The words went instantly to his cock, which swelled to the point of pain.
“Arms up, I won’t repeat myself.”