Following his orders, Marissa moved away and walked slowly to the bathroom door. It was all Sara could do not to beg the girl to stay, especially considering the way Adam was looking at her. She nearly frowned at her thoughts. This was Adam, her boyfriend and lover for the past two years. No matter how nervous she was, she knew he wouldn’t do anything to harm her.
He stepped into her personal space, drawing her gaze away from where Marissa had stood only seconds before. The intensity of his stare bored a hole directly through her and Sara took a step back.
“Are you afraid of me?” he asked, his rich, deep tenor soothing over her like a favorite song.
Despite the fact she shouldn’t be, Sara was more frightened than she wanted to admit. It wasn’t him per se she feared, but the role he was playing, the atmosphere surrounding her, and what she’d be expected to do. Her last thought scared her the most. What exactly had he learned in the days leading up to this and what would he demand of her? “Maybe a little,” she finally admitted
He raised a hand to her, and she shied away only to feel him graze a knuckle along her cheek. She lifted her head to look at him and met his penetrating stare. He gazed down upon her and for the first time since she arrived, Sara saw the love radiating from his eyes. “I promise not to hurt you. Everything I do to you will be things you’ll like, okay?”
He was sweet of him to ask her permission, considering he probably wasn’t supposed to. She nodded.
“Good. Now let’s get started.” He lowered his hand and worked beneath the death grip she held on her towel. “It’s okay, honey. I only want to see you.” It was silly of her to keep him from viewing her naked body when he’d seen it already. It wasn’t as if he were some stranger she was forced to strip for. She released her hold on the towel, allowing him to pull the terrycloth away.
He smiled. “With us abstaining from sex for the last month for this, I almost forgot what a gorgeous body you have.” He moved close enough for his warm breath to waft over the sensitized skin on her neck. His lips
touched the sweet spot directly above her collarbone and for a second she thought her knees would buckle. “Now up you go.”
His quick switch of gears caught her off balance and before she could protest, or even ask what he was talking about, he hefted her onto the nearby table, then moved to the sink and began to fill the basin with warm water.
“Pull your legs up so your feet are on the ledge.”
She shot him a wary look, but did as he instructed, hugging her knees against her chest. He frowned. “No. Like this.” He grasped her ankle and repositioned it to the side then moved her other leg the same way. Sara now sat atop the table with her legs spread apart, the lips of her sex on display for his pleasure. Mortified, yet slightly titillated, Sara’s stomach twisted and turned while she waited for his next command.
He opened a drawer and removed a can of shaving cream and a razor. “I’m going to shave you now.”
Her body prickled with awareness. He was going to shave her, there. The idea both intrigued and horrified her. Removing hair from legs and underarms was one thing, but she’d never considered shaving off the hair down there. She opened her mouth to argue, then promptly shut it again when he shot her a stern look. “You agreed to play by the rules, which means you do what I dictate. If you don’t like it shaved, then you can let it grow back in.”
Damned if he wasn’t shifting gears fast enough to make her dizzy. So much for the sweet, romantic Adam she knew. She nodded, conceding her agreement to the weekend. Even if this wasn’t what she’d had in mind, she had signed up for the weekend retreat and she’d paid good money for it. It was simply too early to be backing out already. He wasn’t hurting her and it was only hair. It would grow back.
With a large dollop of white foam on his fingers, he slathered the cream over her lips. Sara’s stomach clenched at about the same time her sex did. Heat flooded her face at the idea her body could so easily betray her and she wondered if he noticed her growing wetter by the minute. Bad body! Bad body!
He slowly stripped away her last barrier. The final thing keeping her innermost parts secret, even to her. Trying hard not to think about what he was doing, she concentrated on his face, surveying the angles and planes in his jawline and chin. His shoulder-length hair was not only longer than she’d remembered but darker too. Had he changed that much in just a month or was it the light playing tricks on her?
The frown of concentration that stretched across his temple and tugged at the corners of his succulent lips concerned her. Was he simply worried about cutting her or was he not pleased with what he saw? She wanted to roll her eyes at that thought. Why would she care if he wasn’t pleased when she was the one who’d be living with it for the next few weeks?
He rinsed the razor and then turned back to her, once again using his knuckles to brush over her newly denuded lips and she quickly figured out why she cared. His action caused a fresh shot of moisture to jet into her channel as new tactile sensations raced through her. It certainly was a different feeling without the hair in the way. A feeling she realized she liked.
Pleased with the final product, he took her hand and helped her from the table. “Stay right here.” He strode out of the room, returning moments later with two articles of clothing in his hand. “We’ll start with the top.” He moved closer and reached down to open a drawer, removing a tiny velvet bag from within.
He opened the bag and dumped the contents onto the counter. Two gold rings lay next to each other. Each circle was broken at the top with two small balls plugging the ends. A heart charm hung from the bottom of each circle.
“These are removable nipple rings. Except for bathing and sleeping, you’ll be expected to wear them.”
Currents of electricity shot through her as he tweaked one tiny nub between his finger and thumb, rubbing it into a hard point before moving to the other. When he seemed satisfied with the result, he picked up the first ring, pulled the ends apart, and gently placed it on her nipple. A biting sting raced from the tip, through her body, before she could stop herself a gasp passed over her lips. Two separate signals registered, the pain signal went to her brain while the pleasure signal centered in her pussy.
“You okay?”
Worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, she nodded. Like everything else that had occurred so far, she wanted to stop what was happening and leave, but her body screamed for her to stay, to see what adventures might still be in store.
He clamped the second ring in place, sending the same mix of signals raging through her system. How could something that hurt feel so good? Before she had time to consider the question, he slid what she thought was a bra over her breasts. Only once in place, she discovered the center of each cup was missing. He snapped the peek-a-boo bra closed and adjusted each breast so it lifted and held at attention.
Unsure about the garment, she glanced over her shoulder at him.
As if reading her mind, he grinned and shook his head. “I know, I know, you think it’s ridiculous, but the rest of the clothing isn’t any better. So we’ll simply have to make the most of it.”
She arched a brow but remained silent. It was easy for him to say since he wasn’t the one wearing the stupid thing.
He grabbed what looked to be a garter belt and strapped it around her waist. Sara eyed the piece cautiously. The hooks seemed awful close together. “Um…is this right?”
He put a finger over her lips. “Another rule is you’re only to speak if you’re spoken to. I’ve already let you slide more than I should. Oh, and you’re supposed to refer to me as Master or Sir.”
Her brows knit. “I’m what?”
He stepped close to her. “You wanted this weekend, right?” She nodded.
“Do you still want this weekend?”
She wanted it more than he could imagine. This wasn’t simply about pleasing him in bed, though that would be a nice perk. No, this weekend was for her to dispel some of the stigma she carried over her size and learn how to let go and enjoy all the aspects of sex she was missing because she was too embarrassed or ashamed of her body. All she needed to remember was she had the final say and at any time she could call it off and walk away. With the ultimate power in her hands, she nodded again.
“Then you need to follow the rules, baby. Until I say otherwise, you will refer to me as Master or Sir. Got it?” The intensity in his eyes made her shiver. He was trying to take his role very seriously and she wanted to do the same. “I got it.”
His brow furrowed. “What?”