Master grinned as though he could read my mind.
I came up with an answer. “I’ll go all in.”
One dark eyebrow lifted as Master studied me. “All in?”
“Sure.” I mean, why not, right?
He moved over to me. “I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into.”
Oh, I had absolutely no clue. I think that was what made it so intriguing.
Something glittered in Master’s blue eyes and it was then that I noticed what everyone else in the world saw when they looked at him. Trent Ramsey was a bad boy of the highest caliber. He was sex personified, a walking wet dream. He made my dick hard without even trying and I secretly liked that by being his submissive I wasn’t going to have to worry that he was my boss or that I was his employee. Tomorrow night, I would be his submissive.
“I’m going to need your pants size. I’ve got just the outfit in mind.”
Oh, well, hell. I remembered him mentioning leather and realized I was evidently going to play dress-up. Perhaps I should rethink this all-in thing.
Master took another step closer and I found myself staring up into his eyes.
“You know what?”
I shook my head because I had no clue.
“I think I’ll be all-in, too.” Without another word, he pulled his cell phone from his pocket and walked out of the room.
“What does that mean?” I called after him. “Master? Boss? What does that mean?”
A rusty chuckle sounded from down the hall.
Shit.
“Troy?”
“Yeah?” I hollered back.
“Follow me.”
Right. Shit.
I bolted off the stool and grabbed my iPad. I had no idea what he wanted me to do, but I intended to be ready for anything.
“Where are you?” I called out when I glanced in his office to see he wasn’t there.
“My bedroom.”
I damn near dropped the iPad but I forced my feet to follow the sound of his voice.
When I was in the doorway, he was dropping his cell phone on the bed.
“Shower,” he said, his tone firm. “You and me.”
“But you already showered this morning,” I told him unnecessarily.
His head tilted slightly. “Are you questioning my instruction? Because if you are, I know exactly how to handle that.”
Well, fuck. “No. I … um… Shower it is.”
I took a deep breath and moved into the room when he turned and stared at me, clearly waiting for me to follow his direction.
“I want you to strip,” he commanded.
I could get used to this. Having this man tell me what he wanted, versus trying to figure it out for myself. It made things significantly easier. Not to mention, much, much hotter.
I swallowed hard, then dropped the iPad on the bed before reaching behind my head to pull off my shirt. Once that was off, I opened my eyes to see Master was sitting on the edge of the mattress watching me intently.
“Keep going.” His eyes trailed over my chest.
I purposely tightened my abs, showing off the washboard stomach I’d worked so hard to have. It wasn’t something I had thought about before I went to work for Master, but after I’d realized how much I was in the public eye, taking care of myself became a priority. I was never more grateful for that decision than I was right now.
I unbuttoned my jeans, lowered the zipper, then shoved them down. It wasn’t until they were around my ankles that I realized I hadn’t taken off my shoes. It wasn’t easy, and I only stumbled once, but I managed to toe them off, then kick off my jeans and boxers. I was evidently not cut out for a seductive striptease.
“Very nice.” Master’s tone was deeper, rougher than before, his eyes hungry as he got to his feet. “Now me.”
I prayed he didn’t notice how my hands were trembling when I moved closer. His eyes were locked on mine as I unbuttoned his shirt, working my way down. I pulled the tails out of his slacks, allowing my hands to slide beneath, grazing smooth, warm skin.
As I worked open his slacks, I could feel the hard ridge of his erection. There was no denying he was turned on by this and it made me feel powerful.
Remembering his earlier warning, I didn’t stop to stroke him. Master was in control, he made the rules, and I was going to follow them to the letter because I damn sure didn’t want this to stop.
I had to go to my knees to untie his shoes, and once I’d managed to strip him completely, Master’s hand tangled in my hair and he pulled my head back so I was staring up at him.
His other hand was stroking his thick shaft as he locked his gaze with mine. I wanted him to shove his cock in my mouth, to force me to suck him.
“I really like you just like that,” he said gruffly, his cock angled toward my mouth. “Open your mouth, boy.”
