But here I am, dressed in a corset and panties, in Kent’s secret sex room, with him asking me if I’m ready to begin?
My mouth goes dry, hanging open slightly, and I have absolutely no answer.
Because honestly…I don’t know what I want –
But then.
I see Kent’s mouth curve up, ever so slightly, as he sees the panic plain on my face. As he thinks that he’s won.
And god damn it, but it lights that fire in me. I snap my mouth shut and square my shoulders, pleased when I see that smile drop from his lips.
“Sure, Kent,” I say, giving a casual little shrug, feeling a new confidence flood me that I certainly hadn’t had ten minutes ago – hell, thirty seconds ago. “I’m ready when you are.”
Kent’s eyes narrow at me and he takes a deep breath in through his nose. I watch him closely, my breath and heart rate still raised as I sweep my eyes over him, noticing the swell of his muscles beneath his shirt, the trim line of his body as it traces down to his hips, the –
The heaviness there, at the front of his pants.
The panic and the thrill pulse through me anew at the sight of it, of what I’ve raised in him, and I feel a new perverse curiosity as well. I want, suddenly, to unbuckle his belt, to let his pants fall to the floor. To see it for myself.
Which is something totally new for me. I’ve never done this before – not really. Never been in a room alone with a man who was hard for me, who wants to see me naked like this, who wants to…to touch me. And who, I’m realizing, I want to touch.
I raise my eyes to his, then, and let him see me wanting it.
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