One Week for Sir (part 5) by akasha

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The door clicked shut behind Him. The room suddenly felt empty, and she quickly moved to ready herself for Him, heading first for the shower. Water cascaded down her back, and as she spins to wash the water flows across the knife marks. Tracing the fresh cuts with her fingers, the slight sting a reminder of His love. With the blood no longer flowing, and her body clean, she steps out of the shower and heads quickly for the closet. Pausing only slightly, the excitement of what is to come almost to much to bear.

Inside, a long evening gown, light lavender on the top and pools to a dark purple. The top secured in a knot behind the neck. Gently she moved the dress to the bed, and sets it aside. From her own bag she pulls a long thin silver chain and clips it to her collar, letting it drape between her breasts, and producing a second chain, she wraps it around her hips, connecting to the first. Slipping into the dress she finds a slit up to the hip, showing her entire left leg.

"no wonder He enacted a new rule" she murmmers to herself, thinking anything she wore under material this thin would be clearly visible, that is if she could even find something the slit would cover. Returning to the closet she pulls out the matching heels, higher then she would have ever dared to try before. Slipping them on she stands in front of the long dressing mirror to see. The heels adding height, and accentuating her well defined legs, the slit displaying a long beautiful leg that seems to never end.

She leaves her hair down, and soft curls form naturally as it dries. Her hair flows down and brushed her bare back, sending a slight tingle through her. The anticipation for what the night holds in store for her slowly building as she slips on her earrings and heads for the door.

The elevator door chimes, bringing her back long enough to step in and select the lobby. The doors not even closed, before she is back in her mind again. She feels the pull of the light fabric against her fresh cuts, mentally drifting higher into the clouds, until the door abruptly opens to the restaurant and bar.

There at the bar, He sits waiting, watching. A smile forms as He sees His girl step off the elevator, her image everything He planned. Except as she moves, a glimpse of silver just peeking out from the slit. Their eyes met, and without even the slightest twitch He calls her to Him with His very look.

The room around her seems to disappear, fading away as her eyes remain locked to His. His arm extended as she approached, wrapping around to pull her close. she melts at His touch, the warmth seeping into her. His muscled arm creates a safe, secure, and calming space for her by His side.

His hand gently glides down her bare arm, jumping from her elbow to back, then gliding over the fabric to her hip. The slightest bit of fabric between her bare back and the slit shows another silver glint. His other hand in his pocket, twisting the knife he keeps there, still contemplating. Should He remove this gown with the simple pull of the knot behind her neck, or slice through the thin fabric with this sharp metal. But then again, having her remove it for Him may work just as well.

A grin shows on His face as she watches Him. she knows that look, seeing it many times when a new idea is born, and the excitement builds within her again knowing the night was far from over. She leans into Him, relishing in the calm He brings her. Letting go of the outside stress and demands of her life. Settling into Him, a sigh escapes her lips.

"Come, girl" as he gently leads her away from the bar "you haven't forgotten our reservations have you little one?"

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