“Yes, Ryan, I have the appointment. Yes, I’m writing it in my appointment book as we speak.” Selene grabbed the complimentary hotel notepad and pen and jotted down the appointment for the next morning, promising herself that she would write it in her diary later. “Where? I’m in my hotel room. Yes, already. I’m calling it an early night… Don’t sound like that. I know how to take a night off. Yes. You have a good night, too.
“See you tomorrow.”
Selene pressed the ‘end call’ button and sighed in relief. Perhaps she should buy Ryan some time at a therapist. Given his habit of wanting to check in with her every ten minutes, surely he needed some kind of psychological help. You’d think he’d realize that, having climbed so far up the corporate ladder, she would be capable of managing at least the majority of her appointments without his assistance.
She tapped her fingertips on the table and then, with a quick glance at her nails, made another note to make an appointment at the nail salon. With another business conference in New York only a week away, it wouldn’t do to let them go too much. She frowned at the notepad and scribbled an additional note to make an appointment for waxing as well.
If there was anything she needed to keep up maintenance on, it was waxing. Sir didn’t like her getting too wild – in mind or in body.
A slow smile spread across her lips and she ran the tip of her tongue between them. True to his word, at 5 o’clock, her phone beeped to let her know a text message had arrived for her.
Twenty minutes. –Sir
She stood up and walked to the bathroom, leaving her high heels, suit jacket and briefcase at the table. She only took a moment at the mirror to look at herself before she began to shed Selene the business owner.
Carefully placing her pearl earrings and necklace on the bathroom sink, she then bent down to wash all the makeup off her face. Her skin felt refreshed and cool as she patted her face dry and once again looked in the mirror.
She released her hair from the claw clip and bobby pins, the roots sore and protesting at having been so tightly and carefully held back all day. Running her fingers through it, the loosened black locks fell to frame her face and drift over her shoulders.
She smiled. She loved her hair, free and flowing over her naked skin.
Soon to be naked skin, she thought, unbuttoning her dark red silk shirt. Her fingers drifted, slowly working the buttons to reveal flashes of pink silk underneath.
A corset. Her first. Definitely not her last.
When she’d told Sir that she would be staying in one of the luxury hotels in Chicago for a conference, he’d told her to buy something nice so they could celebrate. Any other man, and she would have told him to shove it up his rear, but Sir… Somehow he managed to make a suggestion into a command without having to change a word. A shiver ran up her spine and she smiled. Selene Mackenzie being commanded by a man. No one would ever believe it.
She pulled the rest of her shirt out of her skirt and then paused, her phone once again beeping. Cursing, she walked over to the table. If Ryan had to check in with her one more time…
Change of plans. Five minutes. –Master
Selene’s eyes widened and her heart raced. ‘Master’. He’d used ‘Master’. Five minutes!
She looked around the room, wondering what she could possible do in five minutes that would please Master.
Sir and Master were one in the same man but for the mood he was in. Sir was a gentleman that she had gotten to know intimately. He relished anticipation and saw to her pleasure with as much intensity and concentration as his own. Sir preferred ‘Sir’ simply because he considered himself a gentleman in all ways, even in the bedroom. Sir had standards and he stuck to them, a hand to her backside letting her know when she’d gone too far.
But when Sir decided to be Master instead? She swallowed and put her hand to her chest, bunching her shirt with her fist. She clenched the muscles between her legs in anticipation.
The knock at her room door came all too soon and she jumped at the noise. Not one to be left standing at the door without doling out punishment, she quickly walked over and opened it for him.
He didn’t even greet her before his hands cupped her face and he kissed her. Her instincts pressed her to resist, but he merely pulled her closer and deepened the kiss. His tongue teased hers, crushing and taking what he wanted. She squirmed in his arms and he tangled one hand in her hair, finally breaking the kiss by pulling her head back. Heat flared in her cheeks as she stared at him, trying to catch her breath.
He smirked and released her, taking a step back. A quick assessment of her now disheveled appearance made his smirk grow and he nodded. She blushed even more, her fingers twitching with the want to cover herself. But she’d already learned that Master didn’t like her covering herself; that was his decision to make.
She took the time to let her gaze linger over his body. As always, he wore a crisp black suit with a black shirt underneath. Today he’d chosen a rose red tie with a matching handkerchief for his pocket. His usual self seemed shaken somehow, though. His hair was windblown and the tie slightly askew. Even his polished black shoes had a few scuffs on them. He’d left his briefcase on the floor, half in and half out of the doorway – something he never did as either Sir or Master.
Curiosity got the better of her.
“Did something -”
“Hush,” he said, holding up his hand.
Part of her riled at being told to be quiet and she nearly opened her mouth to tell him exactly what she thought. But something in his eyes told her that he was just waiting for her to talk back so he could take her over his knee, and she pursed her lips instead.
“That’s my kitten,” he said, running his fingertips along her jaw. “It doesn’t matter what happened. All the matters to you is what I want. Understand?”
She nodded, a shiver of sweet release washing over.
“Good girl.” He looked her over once more and then took a hold of her shirt. With one swift movement, he tore her shirt all the way open, sending the remaining buttons shooting across the room. One stubborn button remained at the bottom and he repeated the gesture, rendering her shirt completely ruined with the sound of ripping material.
He didn’t pause before pulling the shirt off her and tossing it aside. A growl began deep in his chest as he took in the light pink silk corset with black lace ribbing and five silver hooks on the front. His hands drifted downward and he grasped her breasts, teasing her hardened nipples under the silk with his thumbs.
“Kitten has chosen well. I approve.” He leaned forward and nipped her earlobe, his hot breath tickling her neck. Then he whispered, “I am going to enjoy ripping it off you.”
She glanced at the still open door and then back at him.
“Is there something you want to say, kitten?” he asked, one eyebrow arched.
She swallowed and shook her head.
He smiled. “Good girl.” Then he put his fingers inside the hem of her skirt and suddenly pulled.
The zipper of her skirt ripped with seemingly little effort from him and he let the skirt fall, the material pooling around her feet. He ran his hands up her stockings, pausing at the suspenders to pull them and then snap them against her skin. She jumped with each snap and bit her bottom lip, her eyes darting to the open door as he trailed his fingers up to her garter belt. He played with black button securing her garter belt and contemplated it for a moment.
“Enough,” he said suddenly and turned toward the door. For a terrifying moment, she thought she had displeased him and nearly dropped to her knees to beg him to come back. She needed this. She needed him. She needed the release of being controlled and used and completely at the mercy of a man.
But he didn’t leave. He picked up his briefcase and tossed it aside before closing the door and locking it. When he turned around to face her, the desire on his face made her heart race. He unbuttoned his suit jacket and tossed it aside, kicking off his shoes at the same time.
“Strip me,” he said.