Chapter 23

Marissa

I knock on his door and enter when he calls out. He is dressed in a pair of gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips, no shirt and no shoes. His lean and muscular chest is on full display. There is dark hair on his chest and a trail leading down over taunt abdominal muscles and into his pants. I feel a slight tingling in my core at the sight of him half naked. He looks like a fallen angel, beautiful and dangerously tempting. He is standing by the bed and on the bed there are a bunch of different tools. With a motion of his hand I cautiously step up to him.

“Kneel!” He demands when I stop only a few feet away. I comply immediately. “Hands on your knees with your palms up. Eyes on the floor right in front of your knees.” He instructs and again I do as he says. “This is the position I want you in when it is time for your punishment. Always in a dress or a skirt and without underwear. Unless I have instructed you to be naked. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”