Chapter 207 Chapter 207

Chapter 207 Chapter 207
“You’ve been doing that since the moment we first met.”

“Have I?” He seemed supremely unconcerned. “Each of my acts is deliberate, meant to invoke some sort of reaction.”

“Congratulations on your success rate.”

He grinned. “You’re willing to concede that I’ve unnerved you more than once?”

“You’re a master at it.”

“In BDSM, everything is about consent.”

When he’d touched her, kissed her, he had never done anything she hadn’t agreed to first. She took comfort from that.

“It can be withdrawn at any time.”

She nodded.

“You know what a safe word is?”

“Yes. It stops play, right?”

“It does. What word do you want to use?”

“How about red?”

“Good.” He nodded. “And one that means you might need to slow down, allowing you a chance to gather your words or thoughts? In case you need to talk about something or change the intensity of your experience.”

Anna Bella had explained that as well. But Wynter had never pictured herself having that kind of discussion with a Dominant.

“Yellow.”

“So brave.”

His words encouraged her and made her want to explore with him.

“Are there things that terrify you or that you refuse to do?”

“To be honest, I’m not knowledgeable enough to answer that.”

“Fair enough. There are a million things to choose from, and we won’t do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

“What if I don’t like anything we do?”

He quirked his lips. “I’ll do my best to ensure that doesn’t happen. If you don’t have a good experience, neither will I.” He studied her. “That promise didn’t help.”

“No.”

“If you hate it, we will immediately stop, and I won’t ask you to try again.”

Which promised a future that they didn’t have.

For a few seconds, he was quiet.

“That’s what you needed to hear.”

When she frowned in confusion, he explained.

“You unfolded your arms.”

She hadn’t even noticed.

“Are you ready to turn yourself over to me, little one?” He stood and extended his hand.

Would her legs support her?

Trembling, she slid her fingers against his. As he helped her up, his grip steadied her.

Once they were inside with the sliding glass door sealed behind them and the heavy drapes shutting out the world, he released her, took a step back, and then stood in front of her, feet shoulder-width apart, hands commandingly on his hips.

“Within sixty seconds, you’re going to be naked, on your knees with your legs spread, exposing your entire body to me.”

Something she’d never done for anyone else.

“Do you understand?”

Because she couldn’t find her voice, she nodded.

“You have two choices. You can remove your clothes yourself or I can strip them off you. Which do you prefer?”

“You’ve made me nervous as hell.”

“You have no idea how much that statement turns me on.”

“That’s not comforting.”

“No. I didn’t mean it to be. In fact, I want you unable to think, frightened, aroused, unsure where one begins and the other ends. Most of all, I want to make sure you have the most unforgettable experience of your life.”

Anna Bella had mentioned that her favorite part of BDSM was the mindfuck she went through. Until this moment, Wynter hadn’t known what that meant. But now, her mind was spinning.

“You’ve already wasted most of your time. Take off your scarf for me.”

Her fingers were shaking so hard that she fumbled with the knot.

“I see you’ll need a little help.”

She sucked in a breath as he loosened the silk, then wrapped it around his hand.

After she somehow managed to remove the elastic ponytail holder, he feathered his fingers into her hair, then dropped a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Inhaling deeply, she surrendered to the sensual spell he wove.

“Everything about you is perfect, little one.”

She held onto his wrists, feeling the steady beat of his pulse, captivated in him. By him.

“And since you’re out of time, I’ll decide for you. I’ll watch while you remove your clothes. Start with your sandals.”

After releasing her grip, she followed his first order.

And it was a calculated one. Barefoot, she was even shorter in front of him. Now he towered over her, making her aware of how much bigger he was.

Mindfuck was right.

He returned to his earlier ultramasculine stance. For a moment she pictured him as a pirate standing on the deck of his ship, ready to plunder.

“Blouse and T-shirt, then slacks.”

Which left her wearing nothing but her lingerie.

“Stunning. Now the bra.”

He couldn’t know how difficult this was for her.

Repeatedly she fumbled with the clasp before it gave way.

“You have gorgeous breasts, Wynter. And your nipples are hard already. Despite your trepidation—and maybe because of it—you’re starting the slow descent into arousal.”

His words had a mesmerizing effect on her, making her forget her embarrassment.

“Now please turn around and bend over.”

At least she was faced away from him. That was a small, much appreciated mercy.

“A thong. Excellent. Displays your beautiful, round ass.”

Was it possible to be more mortified? Knowing her temporary Dominant, the man who would soon become her first lover, was leisurely studying her almost naked body.

Her knees trembled as she awaited his next command.

“It will look even more stunning when it’s red.”

She lost her balance and had to place a hand on the floor so she didn’t tip over.

As if pleased, he chuckled.

“Next, remove your panties and kneel in front of me.”

Wynter wasn’t sure she could actually go through with it. But she managed by looking down at the carpet.

“That’s perfect. Even better than I imagined. You’re a natural.”

For long moments, he allowed the words to hang between them. Then he spoke again.

“Now put your hands behind your neck and look at me.”