“Strip,” Thomas said softly. He stepped closer and put a hand on the back of my neck. Nervously, I took a sip of my wine before setting the glass down on a small table.
I flushed and shivered. He can’t be serious, I thought. He hasn’t even kissed me yet!
“Excuse me?” I asked softly.
“I believe I told you to strip.”
Thomas stepped closer and stroked a hand down my back before gripping my neck. I shivered at the feel of Thomas’s fingernails on the back of my neck.
“Yes, Sir,” I replied automatically. Suddenly, the air between us was tense and full of lust. I wondered what he would do when I was naked – would he touch me? Make me beg for his cock?
I licked my lips and unfastened the buttons of my cardigan, sliding it down my arms. Then I pulled my blouse over my head and tossed it in the floor until I was standing in front of Thomas clad in my cotton bra and jeans. The air in the room was chilly and I crossed my arms over my chest and hugged myself as Thomas reached forward and yanked my jeans down my hips. Goose bumps sprang up over my flesh and I stepped out of the material.
“These, too,” Thomas said. He squatted down and trailed a finger down one of my socks. “Take them off, June.” His voice was low and deathly calm. I closed my eyes and bent over, sliding the socks down my legs
When I was standing in only a bra and panties, Thomas walked around me in a circle. “Strip,” he repeated, reaching out and gently spanking my ass. My cheeks turned crimson as a bolt of desire and pleasure went through sailing me. It scared me how much I’d liked it when he spanked me just now. I wondered if he was going to do that again, later. I want him to! I thought desperately. I really do!
Licking my lips nervously, I reached behind myself and unfastened my bra. It was an older one – the white material had small holes and stains – and I let it drop to the floor. As I closed my eyes, I hooked my fingers in the waistband of my panties and tugged them down my legs before kicking them to the side.
When I opened my eyes, Thomas was staring at my chest. I glanced down to see my hard nipples protruding and I felt a wave of self-consciousness wash over my body. The room was suddenly filled with the musky scent of my pussy and I blushed hotly. He knows how much I want him, I realized nervously. He can smell it, just like me.
“Very nice,” Thomas purred. “Now stay there.”
I swallowed and watched helplessly as he stalked across the room. Thomas opened a set of drawers adjacent to the wardrobe and pulled out something dark green and silky. When he walked back over to me, he handed me slippery, silky garments. I glanced down and saw a bra and panties, in a brilliant emerald green. They would have matched Angela’s dress perfectly, and suddenly I knew that Thomas had purchased them just for me.
“Put these on,” Thomas instructed. I bobbed my head and fumbled with the clasp on the bra. Even though it was silk, it wasn’t all that comfortable – it pushed my breasts high in the air and pinched at my rib cage. I’d never worn a thong before, either, and I was surprised at the feeling of the material on my labia. It cradled my pussy in a sensual way that made me think of Thomas’s touch. As I took a step forward, the silk twisted between the cheeks of my ass and sent a tingling sensation straight to my clit. My cheeks broke out in a blush as I let out a little gasp.
“It was mostly right about your size,” Thomas said in a lazy, low voice. He walked around me once more, inspecting me. “Those will do nicely. Come with me, June.”
When I didn’t move, Thomas raised his eyebrows. “Why, June,” he purred. “There’s no one here save for me and you. I thought you wanted me. Don’t you want to obey your Sir?”
I blushed hotly and looked away. “Yes,” I mumbled in reply. “I do.”
Thomas smirked at me and I felt another strong thrust of desire towards him. I licked my lips and stepped forward. Each step wearing the silk thong was torturous – almost like Thomas himself was rubbing between my legs and making me cry out in fierce pleasure.
“Having trouble?” Thomas raised his eyebrow.
“No,” I managed to say clearly. “I’m fine.”
“Good.” Thomas winked at me. “Let’s go have some dessert.”
I followed Thomas down the long dark hall and into his kitchen.
“Come here, June.”
I stepped closer. Thomas opened one half of the giant combination refrigerator/freezer and took out a carton of gelato. He turned to me. “Do you like caramel?”
I nodded. I still wasn’t hungry, but the air was so full of tension that it almost hurt. Thomas plucked a silver spoon out of a drawer and took the top off the carton of the ice cream.
“Come closer,” Thomas said. His face was the perfect mask of a sex god. Trembling, I stepped nearer to him, feeling the chill from the empty room on my limbs. It felt delicious, like I was experiencing a whole new world of sensuality.
I watched as Thomas dipped the spoon into the gelato and lifted it to my mouth. When I reached out to take it from him, he shook his head. “No,” Thomas said simply. “You will eat when I offer food to you.”
Blushing hard, I obediently opened my mouth. Thomas let the spoon rest on my tongue. The creamy taste of caramel melted on my tongue and dripped down my tongue, rich and smooth as butter. I moaned softly as I swallowed. It was the most exquisite thing I’d ever tasted, aside from Thomas’s kisses, that is.
“Do you like that?”
I swallowed and licked my lips. “Yes, sir.”