Free Submissive Beauty by Eliza Gayle Page B

think, David?” He spoke the words while watching Gabrielle. He didn’t want to miss a single reaction, especially since they told him more than her words ever could. That and the moisture between her legs.
    “Absolutely beautiful.”
    Thomas smiled. “Yes, she is and aroused as well.”
    “I see that. She must be a natural at this.”
    A sudden urge to have her lie on the table and spread her legs for them while they ate overwhelmed him. Having her pink pussy exposed to them both for the rest of the evening would be divine and probably more than he could bear. Besides she wasn’t quite ready for something like that. He’d pushed her about as far as he dared tonight. His goal was to draw out her desires for both their pleasures, not scare her away for good.
    “Have a seat, Gabrielle, but from now on, whenever you enter this house you will immediately remove your clothing no matter what. Is that understood?”
    “Yes, Sir.” She spoke quickly as she moved into her chair at lightening speed. Thomas stifled a smile. His poor modest baby had a lot to learn, and he was going to love every minute of it.
    Thomas picked up the dinner bell, and the caterer he had hired for the night walked in with their salads on a tray. Renewed alarm flashed across Gabrielle’s face at the woman seeing her sitting there without a stitch of clothing. He grasped her hand and spoke softly. “Nothing to worry about, sweetheart. Becky here is a caterer from Sanctuary and well used to seeing people in various states of undress at all of our public or private get-togethers.”
    The tension didn’t fully leave Gabrielle’s body but her shoulders did relax a fraction. Good enough. He wanted her to be comfortable with what he asked of her but not too comfortable. Keeping her slightly off balance and aware that anything could happen next would feed both their needs. She seemed eager to submit, but her lack of actual experience meant there were natural barriers he had to break down. It annoyed him that society put pressure on people to act and conform to certain standards even if it went against a person’s basic nature. A pity really.
    She reached for her salad fork, freezing in midair when she realized what she’d done. For someone who’d had no formal training, she had more knowledge than he’d expected. They’d barely begun to discuss any rules or expectations for any situation, so he didn’t expect her to know she should ask for permission, but her soft questioning gaze automatically turned to him and waited.
    His cock jerked forcefully against his pants with renewed interest. Damn .
    He nodded giving her the permission she sought and watched her spear a cherry tomato with her fork and bring it to her mouth. When her pretty red lips closed around the tines of the utensil, he had to bite back a moan at the picture she presented. It was time to get some conversation going about something—anything—that could take his mind from burying himself inside her.
    Thomas glanced at David to see him watching with a smile perking at the corners of his mouth. It wouldn’t do for him to lose control the first night of his friend’s training.
    “So Gabrielle, what kind of work do you do?” David broke the sexual tension with a benign question that Thomas mentally thanked him for.
    “Please feel free to call me Gabby.” She glanced at Thomas. “Although I know you prefer Gabrielle.”
    “I rather agree with Thomas. Gabrielle suits you better.”
    Both men began to eat as Gabrielle explained her job as a contract accountant. From her description, it sounded as if she had vast experience with a variety of clients.
    “That reminds me about the job I wanted to discuss with you.”
    “Yes, I’m anxious to hear about it.” She put down her fork and turned her full attention to him while Becky served their dinner of Chicken Marsala, Gabrielle’s favorite he’d been told.
    “It might not be as exciting as your thinking,” Thomas laughed.