Her Request

"Why is your shirt open? Aren't you cold?" Jessamyn tried to pull his shirt to cover his chest. But she couldn't.

"I like to feel the night wind on my chest." He chuckled and even puffed his chest to make it harder for her. The ties were undone and she noticed that even his abdomen was not covered.

"Cover yourself! It's…unsightly!" she shouted at him but he smirked at her.

"Is it really?"

Jessamyn mumbled curses under her breath. She was mostly angry at herself for minding his nakedness.

"It's a fetish of mine… Also, I am holding you and the reins…I apologize, I cannot help you."

Jessamyn glared at him but he didn't budge. "Then, let me sit at the back. I don't want to ruin your fetish…" She squirmed but his hold on her waist tightened.

"Why? Are you not comfortable with my skin?" he asked.

She wanted to take a bite out of his chest. She was that mad. But she knew that guy would think of it as some provocation.