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Impossibly, she did.
Like the first time they were together, he forced her to explore parts of her personality she never knew existed.
“Admit it.”
“I…” With uncertainty, she licked her lower lip. “You know I do.”
Triumph and possession in his eyes, he released his grip and stood, bringing her face within inches of his crotch.
What was she supposed to do now?
“Remove my pants.”
Again, it seemed as if he’d read her mind.
Sasha reached for the mattress to steady herself as she rose, but he held onto her upper arms, forcing her to remain in position.
“Did I tell you to stand?”
“Uhm.” Her stomach plummeted. “No.”
“But I did issue a direct command, did I not?” His words were filled with deadly quiet.
“You did,” she whispered.
“I told you to remove my pants. Now give me the response I want to hear.”
Her pulse fluttered.
Into the thick, sizzling night air, she softly complied. “Yes, Gregorio.”
“Yes, Sir,” he corrected.
How could she?
How could she not?
“Yes,Sir.”The honorific undid her, melting her insides.
“Fuck. I love the sound of that word on your tongue.”
The purr of approval in his voice spiked her adrenaline. At this moment, she was under his control, yet simultaneously, she was stepping into her own power.
Fingers shaking, she fumbled with his belt buckle.
“Take your time. Stop overthinking. Get out of your head and trust your instincts.”
To center herself, she momentarily closed her eyes.
He was right, and this should be no different from practicing yoga or firing her pistol at the range.
A moment later, nerves steadier, she finished what she was doing, then she unfastened the button at his waist and reached for the zipper’s tab.
Tooth by tooth, she lowered it, the metal on metal and rustling fabric seeming to echo in her ears.
Finally, his pants fell to the hardwood floor, stealing her breath.
Gregorio wasn’t wearing underwear, and the sight of his fully erect cock heated her lungs.