Baring Mia
By: Kallista DaneShe took a deep breath and headed back to the dressing room. After removing her clothes and hanging them in the closet, she stood frozen, naked, and trembling. Finally, she unclipped the garter belt from its hanger, fumbling with the unfamiliar garment before fastening it around her waist, then sat down on the cushioned ottoman in the middle of the dressing room and pulled on the stockings. Next came the bra, cut so low it barely held up her full breasts.
Mia slipped on the platform heels and stared at herself in the mirror as she fastened the black cuffs around her wrists and ankles. She looked like one of those sluts in the X-rated movies she watched all alone late at night sometimes. She debated leaving her hair up then pulled the pins out and shook it loose. If she tilted her head down, her long locks would partially cover her breasts. He might not notice her nipples jutted out, already hard. She resisted the urge to run a hand between her legs, knowing she’d find her pussy damp.
Admit it, she told the woman in the mirror. You’re scared, but this is what you’ve always fantasized about. In a few minutes, you’re going to be kneeling at the feet of a strange man and he’s going to do whatever he wants to you. The danger you’re in only adds to the thrill.
Mia teetered into the sitting room, unsteady on the ridiculously high heels, and picked a spot in the center of the room. She sank to her knees on a plush carpet the color of café-au-lait, grateful the room didn’t have the usual marble floor found South Florida’s high-dollar buildings. She sat back on her haunches then remembered the instructions and spread her knees apart.
Mia held out her hands and stared at them as though they belonged to someone else. He’d even specified where – and how – – she was to place them. Palms up, on her thighs.
That’s when it hit her. She’d given up her freedom to choose, to decide even the most minute details of her life. For the next six months, her hands did belong to someone else. So did her mouth…and her pussy and her ass. Mia stifled an overwhelming urge to bolt from the room. If she did, what she’d have to deal with outside these walls in the next six months was in many ways far worse.
She laid her trembling hands on her thighs, palms up, closed her eyes, and willed her stomach to settle d. Ten minutes passed. Twenty. She rocked back and forth, trying to keep her muscles from cramping in the awkward position, but she didn’t dare get up and risk having him catch her disobeying his very first order.
Wild images of what might be in store for her flowed through her mind, wickedly erotic scenes from the books she read in secret. Her new employer knew what he was doing, making her wait. Every second that passed ramped up both her nerves and her arousal.
When the door opened at last, she breathed a sigh of relief.
He came toward her, his face expressionless. In casual jeans and a black T-shirt his body was more muscular than it looked in the tux he’d worn the night she first saw him. He wore his hair longer now, a dark mass of unruly waves that made her want to comb her fingers through it. His face was lean with high cheekbones and a strong jaw line that would delight a sculptor.
Mia guessed the sexy stubble on his face was due to his tendency to immerse himself in work rather than a desire to look like all the popular celebrities. A sexy, rich super-intelligent Dom – – under any other circumstances, she’d have been thrilled to find herself here.
She fought for composure and looked up at him coolly then gasped as he stepped closer and fisted both hands in her hair.
“You will keep your eyes down unless I give you permission to look at me. And you will not speak unless I tell you to or ask you a question.”
His eyes were dark, hard. She tore her gaze away and looked d at the floor, silent.
“Now say, ‘Yes, Sir.’”
“Yes, Sir,” she repeated, trying to keep the quaver out of her voice. I’m really here. This is really happening. A shiver of arousal tore through her.
When he let go of her hair, she tucked her chin to her chest, averting her eyes. He ran his hand casually across her shoulder and then down, brushing the long locks away from her breast and giving her erect nipple a hard pinch. She bit her lip to keep from crying out.
