Free The Sacrifice by Evangeline Anderson

feel safe? You need to be out of your comfort
zone.”
    “Maybe I like my comfort zone,” I say mutinously.
    He sighs. “Do you really think I want you naked just to discomfort
you? I have other reasons as well. I want you to make friends with your body.”
    “Make friends with…what?” I stare at him incredulously. What the
hell?
    Aiden must see the skeptical look on my face because he raises a
hand and says, “All I mean is that you need to spend some time in your own skin
in order to realize how beautiful you are.” His eyes roam over me from top to
toe, making me feel hot all over. “To see yourself as I see you.”
    “That sounds like some kind of crazy therapy,” I say but I can
feel myself blushing from the way he’s looking at me.
    Aiden shrugs, his broad shoulders rolling under the expensive gray
suit jacket he has on today. “Call it what you will but until you learn to love
yourself, until you’re completely comfortable with your body, you can’t submit
to me properly.”
    I sigh. “I still don’t understand why you need my submission so
badly. Is this the way you augment your power?”
    “Something like that but it’s not what you think at all. This
isn’t just for me.”
    I look around. “Are we doing it for someone else? Are they
watching?”
    Aiden laughs. “No, Emma, it’s nothing like that.”
    “Then what is it like?” I demand.
    He sighs. “I will tell you all in the fullness of time. For right
now, please remove the shirt so we can eat.”
    I can tell he’s not going to let this go. And he’s already seen me
naked last night—this should be no big deal. But somehow it is, it really is.
It’s much harder to take off my clothes in the broad light of day than it was
to slip them off last night in the warm, forgiving lamplight of the bedroom.
    I unbutton the shirt slowly, trying to put off the moment of
complete nudity. Aiden watches me, his gaze roaming over my body as more and
more of me is revealed.
    “Lovely,” he growls softly when I reach the last button and the
shirt hangs open around me. He pushes back from the table and beckons to me.
“Come here, Emma.”
    Not knowing what else to do, I come to him and stand where he
indicates, right between his legs. He’s so tall that, though he’s sitting and
I’m standing, we’re still eye-to-eye. “Master?” I whisper softly, hoping to
appease him—wondering what he’s going to do.
    “So beautiful. Such full breasts.” He palms one of my breasts
gently and thumbs the nipple until it’s a stiff little peak. I have to bite
back a moan—Goddess, his touch sets me on fire . “I love the way you look
like this, with your nakedness framed in crimson,” Aiden murmurs, cupping the
other breast and giving it the same treatment. “I’ll tell you what, Emma…”
    “What?” I whisper as he continues to stroke and tease my breasts.
He seems to like pinching my nipples until I gasp and then circling their
aching peaks until I moan.
    “I’ll let you keep the shirt on,” he murmurs, looking up at me.
“As long as you keep it open, just as it is now, and don’t try to hide your
body from me. I want to see you every minute—looking at you is a visual feast.”
    No one has ever said anything even remotely like this to me
before. I’m stunned for a moment but then I realize this is the best deal I’m
going to get. I’d better take it quickly. “Yes,” I nod. “Yes, Master, that
would be nice.”
    “Very nice,” he murmurs. “But I’m afraid you’ll still have to be
punished for disobeying me.”
    “What? But I thought we had a deal,” I protest.
    He frowns. “A deal you forced me to make when you came out
here dressed instead of nude, as I required. That kind of manipulation from a
submissive is called ‘topping from the bottom’ and I won’t have it.”
    “What…what are you going to do to me?” I ask. “Bend me over your
knee and spank me again?” I’m ashamed to admit the thought of that, of