As he eased back the kiss and met her eyes, he knew, with absolute clarity, that she had him beneath the toe of her Louboutin’s, and that the humiliation play she was about to lead him into, was as much a lesson for him as a training session for Shadow.
“Alright then?” She smiled up at him. “Ready to get dressed?”
“F-k,” he groaned.
Her grin turned wicked. “Oh, cheer up, Raven,” she said, turning. “Unzip me?”
He could do that eagerly enough. He eased the zip of the vinyl dress down. It opened entirely, the zip going from neck to hem so that it split open revealing the curve of her back, and the catch connecting the thread of a g string to the chain of its waistband. So easily released, he thought, his fingers resting against it in a moment of helpless fascination. She turned revealing that she wore tape in a black cross over each nipple, and the front of the g string was only just thicker than the thread at the back.