epressed humor and carnal promise. “As you wish,
Mrs. Grey.” He folds his arms and raises one long index finger to his lips
while he appraises me. “I think we’ll start by ridding you of your clothes.” He
steps forward. Grasping the front of my short denim jacket, he opens it and
pushes it over my shoulders so it falls to the floor. He clasps the hem of my
black camisole.
“Lift your arms.”
I obey, and he peels it off over my head. Leaning down, he plants a soft kiss
on my lips, his eyes glowing with an alluring mix of lust and love. The
camisole joins my jacket on the floor.
“Here,” I whisper gazing nervously at him as I remove the hair tie from around
my wrist and hold it up for him. He stills, and his eyes widen momentarily but
give nothing away. Finally, he takes the small band.
“Turn around,” he orders.
Relieved, I smile to myself and oblige immediately. Looks like we’ve
overcome that little hurdle. He gathers my hair and braids it quickly and
efficiently before fastening it with the tie. He tugs the braid, pulling my head
back.
“Good thinking, Mrs. Grey,” he whispers in my ear, then nips my earlobe.
“Now turn around and take your skirt off. Let it fall to the floor.” He releases
me and steps back as I turn to face him. Not taking my eyes off his, I unbutton
the waistband of my skirt and ease the zipper down. The full skirt fans out
and falls to the floor, pooling at my feet.
“Step out from your skirt,” he orders. As I step toward him, he kneels swiftly
down in front of me and grasps my right ankle. Deftly, he unbuckles my
sandals one at a time while I lean forward, balancing myself with a hand on
the wall under the pegs that used to hold all his whips, crops and paddles.
The flogger and the riding crop are the only implements that remain. I eye
them with curiosity. Will he use those?
Ha一ving removed my shoes so I’m just in my lacy bra and panties, Christian
sits back on his heels, gazing up at me. “You’re a fine sight, Mrs. Grey.”
Suddenly he kneels up, grabs my
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