Stripe 2

Rachael's POV

My hands shook as I wondered if he was being serious or joking with me. I blinked my eyes repeatedly, hoping to get a different meaning to what he said. His expression remained the same, and I knew immediately that he was serious.

I stood there, fondling my clothes as I looked down, unable to look at him. His eyes were like a spell that held you down whenever you gazed into them for even a minute.

He walked close to me and lifted my chin up, his eyes emitting the rage he was trying to hold back.

"I'm not sure if I made myself clear," he drawled, making the air stiff and I felt nauseous. I wish I wasn't in this predicament.

"Look, don't let me repeat myself," he warned, and I had no choice but to move my hand to the top of my dress. I pulled it off, and it fell, leaving me in nothing but my bra. I hoped that could satisfy him, though I wanted to cower away in shame when he kept staring, urging me to go further with his blank expression.

There was no way I was going to take off my trousers in front of him. Taking off my shirt was just enough. I was ready to start a fight to leave this place, and it was as if he could read my mind because the next I knew, he narrowed his gaze and warned. "If you're thinking of anything contradicting my orders, then abandon the thought because that would be a double price to pay."

I gulped deeply and sighed inwardly, raining curses at him in my head while lacking the audacity to voice it out. I reached for the button and unbuttoned it, I unzipped it and took it off.

I was left with only my birthday suit. Oh, I wish the ground would open up at that point and swallow me whole. His gaze bored into mine before trailing down to take a look. I wish he would at least contend with this.

He remained unreadable before he took a sudden step towards me while holding my gaze. His eyes looked down. "Take this off," he tugged on the hand of my bra.

There was no way on earth that I'd take that off. I rather receive the punishment at this point. I rather preserve the little dignity left of me.

He raised a brow when he saw that I didn't move a finger. "Should I help you?" He asked and was about to take off his hands for me, but I quickly moved back.

He took a deep breath. "Rachael, I lack patience lately, so whatever I tell you, just do it without making it possible for me to repeat myself."

I knew I was left with no other option but to do whatever he demanded. I reached for the hook and unclasped it. It came off, and I quickly covered my chest with my hands. I felt exposed, hurt, ashamed and disgusted with myself. I guess this was his main aim after all.

His eyes were stuck on my chest for a while, and I wondered what perverted thoughts were running in his mind. My breath stuck in my throat when his eyes darkened.

He took a step towards me and pulled me close to him. He stared deep into my eyes with unidentified emotions swirling in his eyes. Furthermore, he leaned down as he moved his gaze to my lips, and they stayed there longer than I expected.

My heart beat faster than usual, I just hoped this nauseous feeling wouldn't increase as I could feel a knot in my stomach, refusing to go away.

He leaned even closer and I could feel his breath on my lips as he placed his hand on my nape and pulled me closer. Any closer and our lips would touch together.

He covered the space and our lips melted together. The knot in my stomach turned into a butterfly when he slowly moved his lips over mine and kissed me tenderly, the opposite of what I was expecting from him.

I was expecting a passionate and rough but deep kiss from him because judging from his appearance and the way he treated me, I doubted he could give gentle and tender kisses until now.

I tried not to kiss him back, heck! I didn't even know how to kiss, but not until I met this man who not only stole my first kiss but also made me know how to kiss subconsciously.

I didn't even know I was kissing him back until he bit my lower lips and I yelped and writhed against him, but he held me still and instead used the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth.

Furthermore, I felt dizzy as he kissed me sensually, deeply and slowly. Our lips moving in synchronize, much to my disbelief. He eventually pulled back for air as he hand moved to my lips to caress it. I took in shaking breaths, but not enough before he locked his lips with mine again. He sucked the bottom of my lips and as if savoring the taste of it.

He made sure to lick, suck, punish and soothe it.

I felt my legs turned to jelly while my head kept yelling at me to stop before it became too late to stop it. I put my hand on his chest to push him away slightly as I felt starved for air.

He let go and looked at me, I could see raw hunger in his eyes while his face remained expressionless before he walked away. I stood there, unable to comprehend what just happened.

I felt the nauseous feeling grow in his absence, and the surrounding air seemed thick. I took in several deep breaths but nothing was working, and I was almost trembling. I rushed to his bathroom as I threw up everything I had.

The feeling increased, and my eyes rolled upwards before everywhere went blank, and I felt myself falling.