Katherine takes a moment to take in his presence. His hooded shirt stuck to his body like a sheath and she could see every muscle he had worked out for years peering through. The strings to his pants hung, peeking from under the shirt and enticing her. And the pants themselves? They hung dangerously low. At that moment, she wanted nothing more than him to grab her and push her against the wall…… or better, throw her on the bed.

  She thought back to the conversation outside, about him having control over her s.e.x.u.a.lly…… just for once and she felt her stomach tighten with need. She had thought about it and she had relished in the thought before, but now that it was happening, it was a strange mixture of fear and anticipation bubbling inside her.

  He had morphed himself into the role. His gait and mannerisms resembled that of a predator stalking his prey. And in this case, Katherine was his prey. His eyes alit with desire, his arms behind him as he calculated what he was about to do next.

  In reality, he was going to make up the scene as he went, but he knew the important aspects that he wanted to be added to it.

  "Take off your clothes," he commanded. The confident tone with which he said it made her shiver. Cage was usually flirty and funny, but this tone told Katherine that he meant business. Katherine was mildly confused because she always believed herself to be an independent and strong woman who didn't want to be controlled. She had imagined how it would be, sure…… the plethora of books on the subject had made her fantasize, but she hadn't thought it would affect her this much.

  His taking control like this was undeniably s.e.xy. If he was s.e.x on legs before, Cage was now a nuclear bomb.

  "Go," he said, brushing her hand on Katherine's cheek before dragging it down her arm. His hand found their way to her ass and he smacked lightly, showing her a glimpse of what was to come.

  She took a step back and without another word, started to take off her top. The whole process lasted no more than thirty seconds and if this had been a different scene, she would have teased him. This, she knew, wouldn't float in this situation.

  She was still wearing the matching pair of underwear which she had slowly and s.e.xily put on after they had woken up from their post-coital nap. The fabric was smooth against her skin, part of the reason why she had brought it. In a world where finding the right bra was more difficult than finding a good man, this bra had fit her perfectly. At the steep price tag, it was still worth it.

  Too engrossed in her own act of disrobing, she had not noticed how he had also taken the opportunity to pull his shirt off. It lay near his feet. The muscles that hid under the fabric were now in display and it was nothing short of luscious. She could see the soft trail of hair disappearing into his pants.

  He c.o.c.ked his head to a side. Wordlessly, Katherine waited for him to order her. "Place your hand on the wall and don't look back." It took her a beat to fully grasp what he wanted and she showed signs of suspicion. His eyes flashed with anger, but he remained calm on the surface. Katherine was almost surprised to see this expression. She had not seen it out of the movies.

  Remembering that he could punish her for hesitating, she scurried away and faced the wall. It took her some time to suck in a breath and plant her hands firmly on either side of her head.

  Her heart raced, going a mile a minute as several outcomes flashed through her mind. 'What will he do to me?'

  "Spread your legs." His voice was firm with a hint of coldness to it. She extended her legs and then waited. "More," he commanded. She shuddered and then did as he said. Standing there, almost splayed and waiting to find out what he would do was excruciating. She could almost hear the cogs in his mind turning as he plotted what he would do next.

  She heard him step towards her and then press his lips between her shoulder blades. This was the very spot that grew so sensitive when even a drop of water fell on it and here he was, lighting her on fire just with a simple kiss on the very same spot. He had somehow figured out the right buttons to press, or he had read a book about all the spots and was experimenting to see which would make her react the most. She felt his breath on her skin and after a moment, she heard him take in a deep breath, relishing her scent.

  She imagined that she still smelled like him, considering that he had been the only one who showered after they woke up. Now that she thought about it, he did shower an awful lot. How much does he need to pay in a month for the water bill?

  'Concentrate, Katherine.' As she said that, she finally felt him touch her. He grasped her shoulders gently, traveling up her forearms and them helping her resituate them. Then, his hands drifted to her sides, slowly caressing the side of her b.r.e.a.s.ts, the curve of her h.i.p.s, before he finally rested his hand on the sides of her ass.

  "Relax your body. Your posture tells me you have no discipline. If you keep standing like this, you'll have joint pains before you are forty." She stared at the wall blankly. 'He sure went into doctor mode. Are we playing Doctor and is he examining me? Or is he telling me this out of general concern?' She didn't even know what to think.

  Nonetheless, she relaxed. Katherine heard him mutter an approval before she felt his hands cup her ass. His face was still between her shoulder blades and she felt the wet sensation of his tongue darting out and touching her skin for the fraction of a second.

  "F.u.c.k.i.n.g exquisite."