Grace

“Strip and pleasure yourself for me. Give me something worth watching.”

His words echoed in my head like a bell that wouldn't stop ringing.

I stared at him, sitting there on that black leather couch like he had all the time in the world.

Pleasure myself? In front of him?

My heart pounded so loud, I was sure he could hear it. I couldn’t tell if it was from nerves or lust. My legs trembled, but I was rooted in place.

I swallowed hard, trying to collect my thoughts. But how could I, when this god-like man was staring at me like I was dessert, he wasn’t sure whether...