I could hear the smile in his voice, but it thrilled me to fear all the same. My palms were clammy
against the cold steel of the sink. His hands trailed feather light fingers up my bare arms to firmly grasp my shoulders causing me to shiver. The thin material of my tee-shirt did little to disguise the heat of those hands. He pulled me around to face him, his eyes a sleety gray blue that bore into mine; seeking, demanding. I shivered in anticipation and dropped my gaze to his chest. His answering chuckle caused me to flinch as he took my hand and began to lead me up the stairs.

He left me standing in the middle of an empty bedroom.

"Do not move from that spot," he ordered as he disappeared into the hall.

I inhaled deeply, my teeth worrying at my lower lip. The fear fluttered in my belly and my legs had begun to quiver. I blushed uncomfortably as I realized the tautness of my nipples. They thrust firmly against the nylon fabric of my bra, which suddenly seemed a welcome restraint. I hugged myself, a sudden feeling of chill raising goose bumps all along my exposed flesh. What had I gotten myself into?

He returned carrying something hidden behind his back. I met his gaze with one of pleading. My hazel eyes begging him to explain, to just comfort me. It had been so long since we'd been together. But I was afraid to ask. Afraid to ruin his plans. He smiled at me as if he could read my mind.

"Don't worry my love. It is for us that I do this thing." He gestured to the floor. "Take your clothes off, slowly. Then lie face down on the floor."

I could feel the tears welling behind my eyes. He'd never ordered me to do anything in all our years together. As much as I'd found it enticing and erotic online, I had never realized what the
real experience would feel like.

I began to undress, first slipping off my moccasins and socks. My bare toes grasping at the carpet. I pulled my red tee-shirt over my head, exposing the lacy black bra beneath. I knew my nipples were hard and erect. They throbbed softly, a steady beacon of my desire and fear. His gaze fondled me as my hands moved to unsnap the button of  my jeans. He was leaning back against the door frame. Cool, confident, a pleased and perhaps arrogant smirk on his face. He was definitely enjoying my discomfort.

I slid my jeans off and let them rest in a pool at my feet. That left my black thong panties. I felt more exposed than I had ever before in his presence. My first instinct was to cover myself, to wrap my arms tightly around my chest and avoid his gaze.

"As much as I love to see you in black lace, sexy, those too must go." His tone was firm and brooked no argument.

Still, I hesitated. The fear sending ripples of tension down my spine as my heart picked up its rhythm.

"Please, Michael," I whispered.

"Please what?" he asked me, his posture changing as he moved to stand before me.

"Please don't do this," I begged him.

I scanned his face for some sign of the warmth and tenderness we had always shared. This man looked a stranger.

"You have spoken enough for one evening." His voice was a low growl that sent the goose bumps rippling all along my spine. "Until I give you leave to speak