Bind Me - Page 78

He steps forward and grabs my ass cheeks. “Perfection.”

I’m not. I don’t argue with him, but my face heats.

“Wait there.” He retreats, and a drawer opens and shuts. He stands behind me and holds a silky black bra out in front of me.

I slide my arms into the straps. He fits it on my breasts before clasping the back. It feels weird to have someone dress me. I’ve had plenty of guys undress me, but Seth is the first to put me in more clothes.

He lifts my hair to let it flow down my back. A shiver courses through me as he says, “Turn around.”

I turn to face him and bite my lip at the concentrated look on his face. The panties he put on are already damp from his closeness.

“Stockings or no?” He’s not asking me, I don’t think, so I don’t answer. He gestures to the padded bench. “Sit.”

Something inside me settles as I realize this is part of his control. And this is something I can willingly give up to him. I don’t need to dress myself. And if it gives him satisfaction to do this for me, then I’m more than willing to be his living doll to dress for his pleasure.

He pulls out a pair of black, sheer thigh highs. They’re more like something I would wear out than to work, but I let that thought go. This isn’t my choice. This isn’t my concern. He’ll dress me and take that decision out of my hands.

Gathering one stocking in his hands, he kneels before me. “Foot on my knee.”

I do as he asks. He slips the stocking on over my foot and up my calf to my thigh, brushing the inside of my thigh with his fingers. Another ripple of pleasure surges through me.

“Your other foot.” Over the foot, up the calf, over the thigh.

I bite my lip when he offers me his hand. When I stand, he holds my hand out of the way so he can see my body. He nods thoughtfully before turning to my sorry collection of shoes: four pairs of high heels, three pairs of flats, and a few sandals and sneakers.

He picks up the fancy shoes I wore the first day of work. “Are you comfortable wearing these?”

“Yes, sir.”

He gestures with his head to the bench again. When I sit, he kneels before me and meets my eyes. “Good. Because I want to fuck you with these on. At the end of the day, I’ll call you into my office.”

He traces the arch of my foot firmly with his finger before he slides one shoe on.

“I want you to disrobe for me while I finish working, until you are just like this.” He slides on the other shoe and stands, pulling me up with him.

His finger sweeps down my bra strap to follow the line of the cup across my breast. My breath catches, and I want to sway into him, close the distance between us and feel him pressed up against me. My eyes lift to his, and he smirks down at me like he knows what he’s doing turns me on.

“Then I want you to lean down on the desk opposite me, your face pressed against the wood and your ass in the air.” He steps away from me and looks over my skirts before pulling a black pencil skirt off the hanger. He unzips it and holds it out for me to step into.

I blow out an impatient breath and step into it. He lifts it over my hips and fastens it before looking at my tops.

“And then?” I ask, unable to resist.

He pulls out a silky red sleeveless top and gestures for me to lift my arms. I do it, trying to be patient for him to finish his story.

The shirt flutters over me, the silk smooth against my skin like a caress. He takes a moment to straighten it. It doesn’t have to be tucked in. He steps back and looks me over. I wish I could see myself through his eyes.

After adding one of the silk scarves he bought me, he nods and then lifts his blue eyes to mine. The heat in them stains my cheeks, keying me up even more.

“And then, princess, I’ll decide how well you worked for the day and either reward you or punish you.”

Chapter 24

Tardiness

Blake

Seth kept Madison at the apartment this morning, insisting she eat breakfast before coming up to work. She tried to protest that she didn’t want to be late, but I already knew she’d give in to him. She can’t seem to help herself.