I shimmied out of my jeans and underwear, heart pounding. Standing naked while he was still fully clothed made me feel exposed. Vulnerable. Exactly how I liked it.

His eyes roamed over me slowly. Possessively. “God, I forgot how perfect you are. How responsive.” He traced one finger down between my breasts, over my stomach, stopping just above where I needed him most. “You used to love it when I took control. When I told you exactly what to do. Do you still?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

My breath caught. He wanted me to say it. “Yes, sir.”

His eyes flashed. “There’s my good girl.” He gripped my hips, lifting me....