“You asked me for this favor, Fay,” he murmurs, not touching me yet but sending a shiver through me regardless. “You asked me to teach you. Is that right?”
“Yes,” I breathe, feeling my breath already starting to come fast.
“So, you’re going to listen,” he says sharply, “when I tell you what to do. Right, Fay?”
“Yes,” I say again, nodding a little.
But suddenly an arm is around my waist, pulling my back tight against his chest as he growls in my ear. “Yes what, Fay?”
“Yes sir,” I whisper, my pulse ratcheting up now to match my breathing.
“Good girl,” Kent murmurs, stepping back from me again. Further away this time, so I don’t know where he’s standing. He tortures me for a moment, not saying anything, not giving me any hints, before he issues his next command.
“Take off your shoes,” he murmurs, and I do, slipping out of the soft moccasins so that I can feel the soft warm rug against my feet. I smile a little, thinking that it’s kind of sweet that Kent picked the softest place in the room for me to get on my knees –
But I don’t have time to dwell on it.
“Now the robe,” he demands, and I can hear the rustle of fabric behind me as Kent removes a piece of his own clothing – his suit jacket, I guess, as there’s no jingle of metal for his belt.
I untie the bet at my waist and reach up to push at the robe at my shoulders, letting it fall backwards off me to puddle against the floor.
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