“Yes.”
“But you don’t even know what I’m thinking.”
“I can guess by the way you tensed up and the dark look in your eyes. Also, you should watch your tone of voice when you speak to me. Same with how you just glared at me.”
Oh, crap.
“What are we going to do to address that lapse in respect, hmm?”
“Um, tell me I’m a naughty girl and then move on?”
He smiled. It wasn’t a nice smile. Nope, that grin would make the Joker pause.
“Take off your top and bra.”
Oh, fuck. Oh, shit. Was she ready for this?
“Every second that I have to wait for your obedience, your punishment becomes more severe,” he warned.
She reached for the hem of her thin T-shirt and pulled it up over her head. It was a shirt that one of the boys had bought her in town. It was plain white with an image of red lips right over her boobs.
“I should burn that T-shirt,” he grumbled. “Should have known not to send Raid to get you some stuff. Damn thing is practically see-through.”
She blushed a little. She’d hoped nobody else had realized that. But, yeah, it was.
She reached behind her to unclasp her bra. It was worn and too big for her
Alec reached out and ran his finger beneath the cup of the bra, against her breast. “This doesn’t fit right.”
She shrugged. “I guess I’ve lost weight since it was bought.”
He frowned. “Then should you be wearing it?”
“I’ve only got two bras. Don’t have much choice. Not that I probably even need it, not like I’ve got much there.”
“Bras weren’t on the list of things you gave to me.”
She paused. The bra was undone but she hadn’t pulled it off yet. “Um, I was not about to let Raid pick out some bras for me.”
“You need them.”
“Can you just imagine what sort of bras he would have picked out?”
He looked thoughtful. “Go online and choose some new underwear tomorrow, then you can show me what you’ve chosen before our session tomorrow night and I’ll get them for you.”
“You-you don’t have to do that.”
“What’s your job?”
“To obey you. Please you. But how does that please you?”
“It pleases me to have you in underwear that fits. If it makes you feel better, my favorite colors on you are teal and peach. I like lacy. And matching underwear.”
“Okay.” Far be it for her to argue if he wanted to see her in sexy underwear.
“Continue,” he ordered with an arrogant nod of his head.
She took in a deep breath, trying not to feel too self-conscious as she pulled her bra off and placed it on top of her T-shirt.