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me wrong. I have an undying fierce love for my husband, but this man, the one hovered above my kneeling form, is thrilling beyond words.
    He’s brought something out of me that I never knew existed, never knew I was capable of, and never thought I would venture into. I think, or I'd like to think, we do that for each other.
    His voice is a low growl; his lips softly graze the shell of my ear, as he bends down. "Answer me, Lilith. Do you make him thoroughly frustrated, as well?"
    "No, Sir."
    He smiles against my skin. He places his hand on my head and slowly strokes my hair, causing my skin to ignite.
    "That's good to know. Maybe, I should consult with dear hubby and find out why you aren't insolent with him as you are with me. Now, stand up and take your clothes off. All of them."
    Even with my eyes still glued to the ground, I notice the bed dip once he takes a seat, crossing one foot over the other.
    Standing, I have the sudden urge to look at him directly. I want to see his face. I need to see what emotions might be playing across his features. I don’t dare, though. I know better. I know that if I glance at him before being asked to do so, the punishment will be greater than I expect.
    I stand in front of him. This is how he likes me; in front of him, eyes averted, quiet breathing, no words, and undressing.
    I finger the buttons of my silk blouse and release each one with a slow flick. He doesn’t like for me to hurry. He loves to watch me undress slowly, drinking in each of my movements. I keep a measured pace, as I remove each garment.
    When I finally reach the last button, I slip it off of my shoulders and let it fall to the ground. I know that his eyes are on me. I can feel the heavy weight of his stare press down on me like a hot branding iron, threatening to mark every inch of my skin.
    He plugs his iPod in. From the other side of the room, I hear the beginnings of thumping start to flow, as “Hands All Over” begins to play. The song is one of my favorites. The erotic beat sends a shiver down my already sensitive skin with each punctuated note.
    I can already feel that my panties are soaked, and probably beyond ruined.
    "I didn't tell you to stop, Lilith," he grounds out, lifting himself off of the bed.
    With my gaze still planted firmly to the floor, I take notice as his feet move, and then he is directly behind me, whispering in my ear. "Unless you want me to rip your fucking clothes off of you, you will continue undressing yourself. Do you understand me, Lilith? Because I will not say it again."
    "Y...yes, Sir." My body visibly quakes. His hot breath dances across the shell of my ear, blazing a fiery path down my neck.
    "That’s my girl." He grips several locks of my hair and gently pulls my head back so that my eyes are on him. "Now do as you’re told. I'm tired of waiting on you."
    He releases my hair and for a brief moment, I notice an uncertain look flash across his beautiful face, like he’s wondering if I can handle his demanding behavior.
                  How can he not know that I live for this? That I crave this? I have to have this.  This is what we agreed on. We need this.
                  I place my hands behind my back, slowly drawing the zipper down on my skirt. I take my time, the teeth unlatching with each deliberate drag. I reach up to pull my bra strap off my shoulder and, before I can do so, my actions are stopped by a firm grip to my waist.
                  My lover slowly licks the skin right below my ear. "Keep the bra and panties on.You are such an exquisite woman. Your curves drive me fucking insane." I can’t help but moan as he firmly grips both of my hips and starts to graze my ass cheeks with his fingertips, giving them a tight squeeze. "Do you like that, little girl?"
    "Yes, Sir."
    "Yes, Sir, what?" There’s a glint of humor lacing his voice. "Tell me. Tell me that you like it."
    "Yes. Yes I like it," I say, breathlessly, as I press my back