I sit quietly, my desire to please becoming more prevalent with every breath. "Yes, Sir."
"Then we'll begin," he says before pulling a pair of scissors from his inside suit pocket and quite literally cutting my dress off of me, straight up the center.
Fuck me. Why is that so hot?
The cool air rushes over my skin that was previously moistened by the containment in the slick, taut fabric. My chest rises and falls in quick succession and I look at Lexington whose nostrils are flared although he's trying very hard to make sure that he's unreadable. If I didn't know him as well as I do, I would believe the act, but I know he's affected.
He leans down, pulling up a long device that is plugged into the side of the table. I recognize it on sight, causing me to pull at my restraints.
"Do you know what this is?"
I roll my lips between my teeth, gathering my strength before responding. "It's a Hitachi Wand, Sir."
