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He continued with the pressure for a few more seconds before backing off in tiny increments. Releasing his grip at once would have caused another layer of pain that he wasn’t sure she was ready for. “How are you doing?”
    “I… That was…” She blinked a couple of times, then focused on him. “I’ve never felt anything like that.”
    “Is that a good thing?”
    “Very.”
    “And your pussy? Are you wetter than you were before?”
    She glanced at the floor. He knew it wasn’t from respect, but rather to cover her shyness.
    “Show me,” he said.
    “Are you serious?” There was no outrage in her voice—rather she appeared stunned by his request.
    “I mean everything I say, Julia. I want you to remove your shoes and undergarments, and I want you to lift your skirt and show me your cunt. Prove how wet you are.”
    “I… Do you need to be so crass?”
    “I don’t consider that crass,” he said. “I don’t use flowery language, and I won’t apologise if it offends you. I find that being direct cuts out a lot of nonsense. Furthermore, I’ll expect you to speak the same way. Now…” He nodded at her. “If you please.”
    She hesitated for only a moment before she slid out of one of her high-heeled pumps. He offered his hand to help her balance. Without looking at him, she accepted his assistance.
    Even without shoes, she was a tall woman. She looked up at him, her eyes wide as if she were hoping he’d changed his mind about her removing her lingerie. He looked at her pelvis. “Continue.”
    After releasing her grip on his hand, she reached beneath her skirt and removed her stockings. He was looking forward to touching her bare skin, all of it.
    He extended his hand, and she wordlessly offered her stockings.
    Beautiful, lovely, trusting sub. Her panties were plain cotton, white to match her bra.
    “I wasn’t expecting to be showing a man my underwear,” she admitted, sounding apologetic.
    “I’m glad.” He held her lingerie while she reached for the hem of her skirt.
    As if performing a striptease, she took her time revealing her thighs, then her pussy. Her pubic hair was nicely trimmed, but if she played with him, he’d ask her to shave completely. Once she was bare, he’d decide whether or not to let her grow it back out. “Pull your skirt up higher.”
    She was blushing furiously, but she complied.
    “Spread your legs a bit farther apart and tilt your pelvis a bit more forward. Show me that needy cunt.”
    He heard the laboured sounds of her breathing. She didn’t have to tell him she was outside her comfort zone. He liked it. Except for the scrunched material around her waist, she was nude. “You really are lovely, Julia. When we’re playing in future, I may keep you completely naked all the time.”
    “I’m only experimenting for tonight.”
    If he treated her well, if he was worthy as a Dom, he’d make her introduction so memorable she’d seek him out. He put down her stockings and panties and moved in closer. “Touch your pussy, then show me the moisture.” When she hesitated he continued, “I assume you are wet?”
    She nodded.
    “Then prove it.” Damn, he liked how she hesitated. She was such a study in contradictions. She was independent and hesitant.
    She rubbed three of her fingers between her legs before she held up her hand, though she looked away as she did.
    “Eyes on me,” he told her.
    After she complied, he ensnared her hand. Deliberately, he tasted the juices on her fingertips. Musky. Sexy.
    “Oh, God,” she said. “I can’t believe you just did that.”
    “We’re going to do so much more.” He dropped her hand. “I want you to play with your nipples again.”
    She drew her breasts together and winced. “They’re tender,” she said when she squeezed them. “From you.”
    Her nipples had hardened the moment she’d touched them. Her body was as responsive as he’d hoped. “You have no idea how beautiful you look,” he said. Inordinately pleased