What will Riggs think of me in this?
I turn in the mirror and study my booty. I might be imagining it, but I swear I can see his handprint on it, with the gold separating the red marks on each cheek. I tug my shorts down and swallow hard. My heart beats faster as I assess Riggs's faint handprints and the gold lace glittering between them.
My cheeks were tender during our shower encounter. Riggs's fingers gripped me, controlling the speed of his thrusts, reminding me of how he spanked me the previous night. I loved it all. If anything, it added to my pleasure.
How can that be?
I gently touch my cheek and wince.
Why does it feel good if Riggs touches it but not me?
Men's voices break my thoughts once more. I walk out of the bedroom and freeze.
A piano sits in the corner of the room, perfectly positioned so the person playing can either view the water on the left or the living space on the right.
And it's not just any piano. It's a Heintzman & Company crystal piano. It sells for over $3 million. I know it well.
Well, I've never seen one. I've only heard about its beauty and seen it online. But it's my dream piano. I never thought I would get anywhere near one, much less be staring at one at a beachfront house I'm staying in.
Two delivery men and Riggs stand near the piano, talking, but I hear nothing. I continue gaping.
Riggs's firm voice snaps me out of my trance. He orders, "Pet, come look at your new piano."
Heat fills my cheeks. I've almost gotten used to him calling me pet. In some ways, I prefer it. The endearment makes me feel more like his. I'm unprepared to hear him call me it in front of others, and something feels unsettling about it.
He locks eyes with me as if he's waiting for me to dare to defy him.
One of the delivery guys shifts on his feet. The other ogles me, assessing my body, then stares at my collar until my cheeks are on fire.
Riggs sees it all, and his arrogant expression grows while his challenging gaze never falters. He sternly repeats, "Pet, come look at your new piano."
Wanting to get the delivery man's eyes off me, I lift my chin and step next to Riggs.
He protectively slides his arm around my waist and locks eyes with the guy who was inappropriately looking at me.
The man squirms as tension builds in the air.
"What do you think about the piano, pet?" Riggs questions, glancing down at me.
I smile, answering, "It's gorgeous."
He slides his hand on my ass cheek. "Not as much as you. Aren't I right, gentlemen?" Riggs questions, not taking his eyes off me.
Embarrassed, I hold my breath, unsure why Riggs is asking them.
Ogler blurts out, "She sure is."
Riggs's jaw twitches.
He slowly looks at the ogler, then questions the other man. "And what do you think?"
He nervously agrees, "Yes. She's very beautiful."
Approval fills his expression until he turns back to the ogler. He doesn't say anything for a few moments.
Tensions mounts, and the man looks like he's going to break out in a sweat under Riggs's dark glare.
I start to feel bad for the guy. I place my hand on Riggs's bicep and declare, "It's amazing but too much."