I shook my head.
“What did I ask?”
“Bed. Naked. Waiting.” I hoped those were his words. I veiled my eyes and tilted my face to the side. “Two out of three.”
Van’s forehead furrowed as he reached for the hem of my camisole. “Contrary to a song you probably don’t know, two out of threeisbad.”
I couldn’t think of what song he meant, nor did I care. The meaning was clear.
“Bad?” I repeated.
“As in not good.” His tone held an element I hoped could be construed as jest. However, that wasn’t revealed in his expression.
Willingly, I lifted my arms as he pulled the camisole up and over my head. The cooler air, combined with the heat in his gaze, caused my already tightened nipples to turn diamond hard. Slowly, Van swept my length of hair over each shoulder, fully exposing my breasts.
He didn’t need to tell me that he was in control of whatever would happen. He didn’t need to direct me to obey. With each breath that became more and more difficult to take, I freely submitted.
Falling to his knees before me, he reached for the button of my gray slacks. My eyes closed as he tugged the button free and lowered the delicate small zipper. Soon the slacks fell, creating a puddle around my ankles. His warm breath teased my skin as his fingers splayed on my hips.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Julia.”
I sucked in a breath as he lowered the lace panties he’d given me. My knees wobbled as he leaned toward my core and inhaled. “So sweet.”
One by one, he removed my socks until not a stitch of clothing remained.
Standing, he offered me his hand. Placing mine in his large palm, I stepped away from the clothes. Lifting our hands, he encouraged me to turn. Such as a small ballerina in a child’s jewelry box, I pirouetted.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
I was a puppet and Van controlled the strings.
With each turn, my heart rate accelerated, the breath caught in my chest, and my thighs grew damp.
When he stopped my motion, I gasped as he turned me toward the bed. With pressure between my shoulder blades, I bent forward until my breasts flattened against the soft comforter and firm mattress.
“This is what I asked.”
I didn’t reply.
I couldn’t.
Van’s touch was everywhere.
Arranging my hair, his hand caressed my neck, my shoulders, and trailed down my spine. Each and every nerve ending was on overdrive as he positioned me exactly to his liking. He cupped each leg, moving from my ankles to the apex. Over and over, he ran his palm over my bottom. One side and the other.
Only my breasts were left unattended as I stayed bent against the mattress.
I was so consumed by his ministrations I didn’t anticipate the sting as his palm made contact with my behind. I yelped as the shock and bite of his spank traveled through my consciousness. My feet scrambled as I tried to stand.
Leaning over me, the weight of Van’s body kept me in place as his deep tenor reverberated through me. “Remember, we have guests.”
Guests.
I couldn’t think past this room.