Welcome to a series called sexy little things. They are excerpts from other projects that were too tantalizing not to share.
He stares at the lace lingering at my hips.
“Did I say you could leave anything on?”
There’s a belt in his hand, and another unbuckled and hanging from his waist. The tone of his voice makes me think he’s changed his mind about our prior arrangement. The one where we agreed that it’s his turn to ask for permission. I shiver and recall what he said to me in the hallway the night before, when the belt was coiled around his fist.
Only if you’re a good girl.
But I was a good girl. He told me so.
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