My instinct is to close my eyes, but I don’t dare do it. The sight of him standing over me, still fully dressed in his nice clothes, the front of his pants bulging with his erection and his eyes bright with need, is something I never want to shut out.

I have never been so exposed.

Roman reaches down and unhooks one of my shoes, dropping it to the floor with a muffled thud. Then he unhooks the other. I have nothing left. No armor, nothing to hide behind. He wraps one of his hands around each of my ankles and spreads me wide open, pressing my knees up toward my waist.

I gasp at the intimacy of this, of having my most private flesh on display for him. It’s different from being bent over the bed, and he seems to know it. But Roman takes his time. He looks and looks, and my core pulses with how hot this is.

“Do you feel shame when I look at you like this?” He asks without taking his eyes from between my legs, where more juices are running down into my equally exposed ass.

“Yes,” I whisper, and that part of me tightens again. My body revels in shame. It’s dizzying, how much I love it in this moment, how much I’ve hated it all my life.

Roman reaches down, still holding one of my ankles, and sinks two fingers into me. I arch back on the bed, struggling for breath. When his thumb makes contact with my clit I come again, hard, gripping his fingers.

He adds another, then waits until I force my eyes back open, looking into his. The smile that plays over his lips burns right through me. “I should punish you for making me wait so long.” His thumb brushes dangerously over my clit as my body responds to his words. “You’d like that.” Again, it’s not a question, and I’ve never thought of the answer before this moment, but I would. I would like it. And I don’t even know exactly what he means. If it means another slap to the ass, a bit more shame…the thought makes me wetter. “But we don’t have time for that now. Do you know why?”

“Why?” I don’t recognize my voice.

“Because I need to fuck you. And you need to be fucked.”

He releases my ankle, only to take my hands and put them on my knees. “Hold yourself open for me. Don’t move.”

I breathlessly obey him, keeping myself spread and letting myself sink into how embarrassing this is, how much that shame turns me on, while Roman undresses in front of me. I have to watch him through the gap left by my own legs.