Free Freed by Lynetta Halat

the jeans over my hips and shimmy them down until I have to bend to remove them. My eyes back on his, I fold the pants and place them on the bed. Before I lose my nerve, I ease the shirt from my shoulders and fold it quickly before turning to place the clothes on his dresser as he’d asked.
    Turning back to him, I brave a small smile, let my arms fall to my side, and straighten my back. “Very good, Denver. Your movements were graceful and unhurried.” Ransom finally lets his eyes glide down my throat, over my breasts, over my stomach, and all the way to my toes. “You are so beautiful,” he praises, my body blushes at his assessment. His eyes find mine again. “Do you have any idea how stunning you are?” he asks.
    “Stunning?” I ask, and it sounds like I’ve been chewing on nails.
    “Absolutely stunning,” he confirms, his voice turning husky too. “The point of your waiting position is to get you in the proper head space and demonstrate that your sole purpose is to please me and present me with what I long for most—complete control over you and only you—my submissive. The way in which you perform that is a direct reflection of your respect for both yourself and for me. Do you understand?”
    My hands bunch up again, rife with nerves over this “complete control” bit and the self-respect he says my willing submissiveness shows. I know two things for certain at this moment: I have every desire to please him, and I respect him with every fiber of my being.
    He doesn’t miss my tensing up. “Denver, if you don’t understand or are uncomfortable, now is the time to let me know.”
    Words tumble from my mouth before I’m able to stop them. “I’m nervous about the complete control you’re after. Nervous that I won’t be able to follow your orders, and I don’t want to disrespect you or displease you.” OK … that wasn’t hard to admit. Even though it makes me nervous, I trust him.
    “You’ll remember we promised to go slow. I’m not after anything crazy … yet,” he says with a wink and a light laugh. “And your nervousness or hesitancy will not disappoint me, remember?” I nod at the reminder. “Only your willful disobedience of the rules, which we’ve discussed at length.” He pauses, giving me a moment to collect myself. “What are you going to say if you’re uncomfortable?”
    “Yellow,” I reply.
    “What’s the word that will have me stop right away?”
    “Red.”
    “Why is stop or no not sufficient for what we’re doing?”
    “Because I may not mean it, and red makes it clear to you that I do mean it.”
    “Good girl. I would stop if you said no, of course, but I certainly wouldn’t want to stop if you didn’t really want me to.” He grins and winks again. “Remember: I’m trusting you to communicate with me, no matter how you think I might feel.” I nod again.
    “Earlier, I told you to meet me in here. Any time I do that, whether it be with those words, a look, a text, or a phone call, you will strip down to your panties and go into position. The way in which you will do that will be to ease yourself down on one knee first and then the other, slowly and steadily.”
    What is about the image of me being on my knees for him that sets me on fire? I don’t get it, but I’m not fighting it either. Nothing will make me happier. As gracefully as possible, I slip down to one knee and then the other.
    “Perfect. Now press your feet flat on the floor and rest your body on them, keeping your back straight.” He gives me a moment to do so. “When you’re in this position, your eyes are not to meet mine, but it’s important to me that your head is not completely bowed. Try that.” I shift my head a little so that it’s still proud, but cast my gaze downward. “You’re very good at this,” he praises. “All right, usually you will only be in your panties, but I want the pleasure of removing your bra for the first time. Now without moving your upper body, spread