Chapter 7
“I think you’ll like what I’ve bought for you.”
“You know I love when you buy me outfits and dress me,” Ian said softly. “Especially when we coordinate.”
“Which one of us goes first?” Taren stepped around so he could look directly at Ian.
There was nothing to think about. “You, sir. Please.”
Taren nodded once and went to the closet, pulling out a garment bag. He laid it on the bed and unzipped it, placing items on the bed in two piles, one for him and the other for Ian.
Ian watched, greedy to touch his Dom, but forbidden to do so because he wasn’t given permission to move, so he could only admire from where he stood. Taren was efficient, removing his clothing and donning his attire for the evening.