Netflix? Well, it was as good a plan B as anything. Hopefully, there wouldn’t be a need for movies. Though any excuse to watch Secretary was good with me.
Gareth rolled up his sleeves and tore open the boxes. He’d worn jeans and a button-down shirt, my favorite combination on him. Damn, I had to leave if I was ever to get phase two of The Plan into action.
“I have to hit the bathroom.” I started edging my way from him. “Need anything before I disappear?”
“No, I’m good. I’m surprised you haven’t exploded yet.” He smirked at me before returning his attention back to the box. “How many coffees did you have?”
“Only two.” That he saw. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
I’d gotten everything I’d need ready before he’d picked me up. My bathroom had been converted from the place I primp and clean into a leather works. I’m not normally one for all the trimmings, but I had to admit it was a lot of fun shopping with Connie. The thigh-high leather boots were my favorite of the outfit. The way the leather clung to my skin as I laced them up damn near made me come. Yet another kink I’d have to explore.
The corset and skirt left nothing to the imagination. I had to practice putting everything on a few times to make sure I could do it quickly. Honestly, my first few attempts at dressing were funny as hell. At least now I knew how to do it without ending up in knots.
With the strings tightened, boots on and panties off, I quickly put on the cherry red lipstick and darkened my eye shadow. I really didn’t look myself, but that was the whole point. Pulling my hair into a tight bun changed the way my face looked. I was no longer sweet, funny, and slightly odd Liz. I’d morphed into Domme, Mistress Elizabeth.
So. Frigging. Weird.
And a little bit hot.
But this was the plan to help Gareth get past whatever this block was in his head. His wife wouldn’t have wanted him to be alone. At least, I would hope not.
“Liz, do you have a hammer?”
“In the kitchen pantry. Third shelf.”
I somehow managed to keep myself calm enough, listening at the door for him to go into the kitchen. Not that I had my entrance planned precisely, but this was a bit better than the cheesy hey sexy, wanna fuck bit I had in mind.
Holding myself back until I knew he was rummaging in my pantry, I tiptoed my way into the living room, pushing open the door to my bedroom on the way. I had practiced my pose—Connie insisted—so I knew exactly the impression I was giving.
Imposing. Sexy.
As long as I didn’t laugh.
Please God, don’t let me laugh.
“I don’t know how you and Connie can find anything in that mess. I’m surprised Stephen hasn’t made you—” Gareth stopped dead in the doorway, his eyes wide. “Whoa.”
“Are you criticizing my organizational skills?”
I would have loved to have cocked an eyebrow the way he does when he’s annoyed with me, but I can’t do it. Instead, I narrowed my gaze and lowered my chin. I knew I got the look right when he sucked in a sharp breath.
“Liz, what are you doing?”
“That’s Mistress Elizabeth. I’m the one in charge here tonight.” Okay, so I actually sounded pretty good there. Liz on steroids or something.
Gareth smiled and gave his head a small shake. “I’m not sure I want to play this game, Liz.”
“Believe it or not, this isn’t actually about you. Now come here.”
Stephen had let me borrow his riding crop from his toy box. He said it would add to the whole air of control, plus it would give me something to do with my hands. The downside was how sweaty my palm was getting as I had to wait to see if Gareth would come this far, trust me enough to at least hear me out.
Gareth pushed his wire-framed glasses up his nose. He always wore his contacts when we were doing a scene, but I loved seeing him in his glasses. It was another subtle change that I hoped would help make things work tonight. I didn’t move—a feat in itself—as I waited.
Gareth rolled up his sleeves and tore open the boxes. He’d worn jeans and a button-down shirt, my favorite combination on him. Damn, I had to leave if I was ever to get phase two of The Plan into action.
“I have to hit the bathroom.” I started edging my way from him. “Need anything before I disappear?”
“No, I’m good. I’m surprised you haven’t exploded yet.” He smirked at me before returning his attention back to the box. “How many coffees did you have?”
“Only two.” That he saw. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
I’d gotten everything I’d need ready before he’d picked me up. My bathroom had been converted from the place I primp and clean into a leather works. I’m not normally one for all the trimmings, but I had to admit it was a lot of fun shopping with Connie. The thigh-high leather boots were my favorite of the outfit. The way the leather clung to my skin as I laced them up damn near made me come. Yet another kink I’d have to explore.
The corset and skirt left nothing to the imagination. I had to practice putting everything on a few times to make sure I could do it quickly. Honestly, my first few attempts at dressing were funny as hell. At least now I knew how to do it without ending up in knots.
With the strings tightened, boots on and panties off, I quickly put on the cherry red lipstick and darkened my eye shadow. I really didn’t look myself, but that was the whole point. Pulling my hair into a tight bun changed the way my face looked. I was no longer sweet, funny, and slightly odd Liz. I’d morphed into Domme, Mistress Elizabeth.
So. Frigging. Weird.
And a little bit hot.
But this was the plan to help Gareth get past whatever this block was in his head. His wife wouldn’t have wanted him to be alone. At least, I would hope not.
“Liz, do you have a hammer?”
“In the kitchen pantry. Third shelf.”
I somehow managed to keep myself calm enough, listening at the door for him to go into the kitchen. Not that I had my entrance planned precisely, but this was a bit better than the cheesy hey sexy, wanna fuck bit I had in mind.
Holding myself back until I knew he was rummaging in my pantry, I tiptoed my way into the living room, pushing open the door to my bedroom on the way. I had practiced my pose—Connie insisted—so I knew exactly the impression I was giving.
Imposing. Sexy.
As long as I didn’t laugh.
Please God, don’t let me laugh.
“I don’t know how you and Connie can find anything in that mess. I’m surprised Stephen hasn’t made you—” Gareth stopped dead in the doorway, his eyes wide. “Whoa.”
“Are you criticizing my organizational skills?”
I would have loved to have cocked an eyebrow the way he does when he’s annoyed with me, but I can’t do it. Instead, I narrowed my gaze and lowered my chin. I knew I got the look right when he sucked in a sharp breath.
“Liz, what are you doing?”
“That’s Mistress Elizabeth. I’m the one in charge here tonight.” Okay, so I actually sounded pretty good there. Liz on steroids or something.
Gareth smiled and gave his head a small shake. “I’m not sure I want to play this game, Liz.”
“Believe it or not, this isn’t actually about you. Now come here.”
Stephen had let me borrow his riding crop from his toy box. He said it would add to the whole air of control, plus it would give me something to do with my hands. The downside was how sweaty my palm was getting as I had to wait to see if Gareth would come this far, trust me enough to at least hear me out.
Gareth pushed his wire-framed glasses up his nose. He always wore his contacts when we were doing a scene, but I loved seeing him in his glasses. It was another subtle change that I hoped would help make things work tonight. I didn’t move—a feat in itself—as I waited.
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