“Sir?” She rested her hands on her hips but held onto the card.
Ryder froze, then turned around. His eyes widened. “You’re
“You told me to disrobe.” She tipped her head. “May I pull my
“Of course.” He nodded. “I want you to be comfortable.”
“Good.” She turned her attention to removing the rest of her
clothes. Another thought occurred to her. “What about shoes? Do you
want me in heels? Boots?”
“Bare is fine.” He held out his hand. “Do you have the elastic—or
clips—for your hair?”
“Oh!” She offered up the black band.
He stood behind her and gathered her hair at the crown of her
head. “Tell me if this hurts.”
“I get off on the pain,” she said. A laugh bubbled in her throat.
At least he’d made her feel comfortable. “You’re fine.”
She bit back a moan. She loved having her hair played with. When
a man ran his fingers through the long strands and massaged her
scalp, the motions sent her into another orbit. She swayed then
righted herself. “Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re welcome.” He stood before her again. His gaze slid up and
down her body. “What’s the card?”
“That’s how I get into the office. I usually keep it in my bra,
but since I don’t have one on…” She hesitated. “Would you keep it
for me? On your person? It’s very important. I don’t like to have it
out of my sight.”
“Of course.” He tucked the card into his front pocket. “Won’t
leave here until you ask for it.”
“Thank you.” Relief washed over her. She clasped her hands behind
her and widened her stance a bit. Did she measure up? Chilly air
caressed her body. Electricity zapped her from within.
“You’re pierced.” He tapped her nipple. “What other surprises do
“I guess you’ll have to find out when we play.”