She thought about that for a moment. Would it make things easier? No. No, even though staring out at a group of strangers was intimidating, being blindfolded would only make her more nervous.
She shook her head. “No.”
“No, Sir,” he murmured.
“No, Sir.” Okay, that slipped rather easily off the tongue.
He reached his hands around her stomach, his fingers brushing the top of her mound. Her clit throbbed, almost painful in its intensity. Her breath caught in her throat, her pulse racing.
“Do you have a bra and panties on?” he asked, moving his fingers in a slow, circling massage across the top of her pussy. Did he know what he was doing?
“Yes.” What kind of question was that? Of course, she did.
“How would you feel about wearing just them?”
“Just my bra and panties?” she half-squeaked.
“What do you wear when you go swimming?”
“A one-piece.”
He kissed the side of her neck. “Maybe it’s time to be a little daring.”
Her breath hitched, need making her body ache and easing her inhibitions. “All right.”
Right at that moment, she may well have promised him anything. He was good. Boy, was he good. He reached behind her and carefully unzipped her dress. She suddenly grabbed it.
“They don’t match.”
“What doesn’t match?” he asked, sounding puzzled.
“My bra and panties. They don’t match.”
He chuckled a little. “Baby, everyone is going to be staring at your gorgeous body, they won’t notice if your underwear doesn’t match or have holes in them. Trust me.”
It always came down to trust.
“Remove your hands, Lacey.” There was a sterner note in his voice. One that said he expected obedience, and she found herself obeying him.
“That’s my girl.”
His girl. She wished.
She took in a deep breath then let it out slowly, closing her eyes as he pulled the dress down her body. The voices didn’t change. There was no exclamation of shock over the state of her underwear. No whispers over the appearance of her body. Not that she thought she had a bad looking body or anything. She just wasn’t used to feeling so exposed. When she opened her eyes, she realized half the people weren’t even looking at her, they were talking among themselves or gesturing towards the scene going on next to them, involving a flogger, a feather . . . and was that ice cream being spooned onto the sub’s nipples?
“Put your hands on my shoulders.”
Yep, that was definitely ice cream.
Smack!
“Ouch!” She stared down at Gray in shock, reaching behind her to rub her stinging butt cheek.
His face was stern, his gaze cool as he gazed up from where he knelt in front of her. “When I give an order, I expect obedience unless it’s something that makes you uncomfortable. If it makes you uncomfortable or frightens you, then you can ask me to slow down or clarify, understand?”
He wanted her full attention. She got it. The stinging on her ass was a very definite reminder not to let her mind stray. Perhaps reading about spankings was more intriguing that experiencing one.
But then he stood and reached around to gently rub the aching spot, sending a shaft of arousal rushing through her.