“I don’t understand, Sir.”
The confusion in her voice sent fire razing through his veins. God, he fucking loved this game—the rush of power, Heavenly’s blinking confusion…and the way her own arousal flummoxed her.
He took her chin in hand and lifted her stare to him. “Because I said so. Because I demand easy access to your body whenever I want it. Because I own you.”
“Yes, Sir.” A tremble wracked her. Her eyes glimmered with barely disguised thrill.
He managed a cold smile while silently cheering. How delicious that she enjoyed his favorite game as much as he did.
“Is there anything you would like me to wear, Sir?”
“This.” He pulled the frilly, sheer garment from his other pocket and shook it out. “And your shoes. Nothing more.”
She took the gossamer from his hand. “What’s this, Sir?”
“A uniform. What else would I have my little servant wear?” When she hesitated, he tightened his grip on her chin. “Put it on. Don’t keep me waiting.”
Heavenly nodded as if she couldn’t accommodate him fast enough. “Of course not, Sir.”
Seth watched with supreme delight as she wriggled into the little blush-colored bit of fluff. But once she had it on and faced him, he almost lost his composure.
The lace clung to her shoulders, sheered out down the front to both cradle and reveal her distended nipples, then dipped in an indecently low U-shape between her breasts. It cinched her waist and flowed into a tiny skirt that ended at her hips and left her cunt exposed. A gather at the front, accented by two pink bows that would do Beck in created a makeshift apron.
She looked fucking stunning.
He walked a circle around her, inspecting her, examining every inch of her. Then he gave her a disapproving shake of his head and pulled a claw clip from his pocket. “Don’t be so messy, girl. Put your hair up.”
Her hand shook as she reached for the clip. “Yes, Sir.”
“And get your shoes on. I didn’t tell you that you could dirty my floor with your bare feet.”
“No, Sir.”
Wordlessly, he watched, already so hard that he could hardly contain his desire.
Quickly, she tossed her blond curls on her head, leaving soft tendrils to fall around her face and neck. Then she slipped into her shoes and stood, as if presenting herself for further inspection.
He curled a finger under her chin while he looked her up and down. “That’s passable. Now get busy.”
“What would you like me to do, Sir?”
Polish my cock.
But not yet. This mind-fuck was too perfect not to drag out.
Seth cast a glance around. The sun slanting in from the back windows danced with a collection of motes and showed a thin layer of dust on the glass end table beside him. It gave him the perfect opportunity to watch her “work.”
He smiled as he made his way to the kitchen, found a feather duster under the sink, then returned to her side. “Dust that table. Carefully. You don’t want to disappoint me.”
With a delicious bite on her lower lip, she shook her head. “No, Sir. I don’t.”
Sandwiched between his body and the coffee table, Heavenly had to squeeze past him to reach the glass top in question. Every inch of her nearly naked skin brushed over him. He swore he could feel her softness through his suit. Somehow, he managed not to groan.
Instead, he glued his stare to her as she approached the table. Other than two strips of lace bisecting her shoulder blades, a fluffy bow around her waist, and a string of loose little knots making a valiant but futile attempt to cover her ass, she was bare.
He bit his knuckles and tried not to sweat.
Heavenly tottered her way to the table and ran the duster over the surface absently, looking over her shoulder at him—or more precisely where his straining cock tented his slacks.