Free Club Manhattan (Club Secrets USA Book 3) by Layla Wilcox Page B

They were standing only inches apart. She kept her eyes lowered.  
    “Jessica, look at me.” And again, David felt himself swept away by her eyes. He took a step back to look at the full length of her. Shiny sheets of black hair fell around face, down her shoulders and back, almost to her waist. It was magnificent.
    Jessica stood perfectly still while David let his eyes travel down to her chest. She was clad only in her bra and panties. Her breasts were not large as Andrea’s, but they were perfectly shaped. He could see the outline of her pink nipples through the while lacy cups of her demi bra. The more he stared, the more her nipples began to protrude through the fabric.  
    His gaze continued down over her flat abdomen and the curve of her hips. She wore thong panties that were little more than a lacy triangle in the front held in place by the thin elastic band that stretched across her flat stomach.  
    David walked around to view Jessica from the rear. Her hair covered most of her back. “Bring your hair to the front, please,” he said sharply, and she complied immediately.  
    Jessica’s back was perfect. She had broad shoulders and smooth, tanned skin that showed no straps marks across her back or shoulders. David was almost able to encircle her tiny waist completely when he put his hands around her there. He let his hands slide over her hips, bringing his thumbs down across her bare cheeks. The thin thong strap appeared to be cutting into her, probably giving her a painful wedgy. David pulled it lightly, hoping to relieve her discomfort.
    Jessica giggled. “Thank you,” she whispered.  
    David saw the disapproving looks of the instructors. Evidently she wasn’t supposed to do that. But he was the one making the rules here, and he didn’t mind a bit.  
    David continued to circle around her, returning to his original spot. He let his gaze travel down her long legs. She was barefoot and her toenails were painted pale pink. Once again, she stood with her hands behind her waist, palms out, eyes downcast.
    “Jessica, look at me.”
    He smiled as her blue eyes engulfed him. “Your body pleases me.”
    “Thank you. How would you like me to address you?”
    Drawing from the lessons he had just learned, David responded. “While we are in this place and anytime we are alone, you may call me Master. When others are present outside of our circle, call me David.”
    “Thank you, Master.”
    Davis was mesmerized by her stare. He closed his eyes for a moment and reviewed the protocols he had just learned. There were specific procedures that were generally accepted, although a Dom could improvise. For now, though, he knew he’d be evaluated on getting the basics right, so he decided to review everything he’d just learned with Jessica.  
    “Please raise your arms for me.”
    Jessica stood before him, arms raised, wrists together as if they were bound and connected to the ceiling. The movement pressed her breasts together and created a pleasing cleavage.  
    David stepped in closer and found himself looking almost straight across into her eyes. He put his hands on her waist, thumbs pointing down and pressing on her abdomen.  
    He ran his hands up her sides until they reached hers. They stood perfectly still, bodies only centimeters apart, looking into one another’s eyes.  
    The bulge in David’s pants grazed against Jessica. Although she struggled to keep a solemn face, he saw a flash of excitement in her eyes. He hesitated. His driving impulse was to lean in and kiss her, but he wasn’t sure that was permitted at this stage. He decided to chance it.
    “That’s it for tonight,” McVeigh called out. “For next time, read the material you received this evening and fill out the necessary paperwork. Parts of the assignment will require you meet with your partner. All forms are required to be submitted at the next class, or you won’t be able to continue.”
    David almost lost his balance as he pulled back