“Ash, let’s just walk through exactly what you did with your mentor.”

She nodded, then drew in a deep breath.

“Walk to the TV and retrieve the movie sitting on the shelf above the Blu-ray player, then put it in the machine.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

He stood and retrieved the movie. It was a romantic comedy. Chick flick all the way. He put it in the player, then returned to the chair.

“Over here by me,” she said patting the couch beside her.

He smiled. “Yes, Mistress.” He sat down beside her.

“Now take off your shoes.”

He glanced at his sock-clad feet. “I took my shoes off when I came in.”

“Oh, right. Good. So now, I want you to kneel in front of me.”

He sank to the floor and knelt in front of her. They were eye-to-eye and she gazed at him in surprise.

“No, I mean … uh … the other way. I want you to kneel in front of me while we watch the movie.”

“If I turn, my feet will bump your ankles.”

“Right.” She opened her legs, then quickly pulled at her skirt to cover her exposed undies, but too late. He’d caught a seductive glimpse of baby blue lace.

He turned and knelt in front of her, but he kept his legs straight rather than sitting on his calves, knowing that he was blocking her view.

She rested her hand on his shoulder, sending heat rolling through him. She stroked, but then pushed down a little. He purposely didn’t take the hint.

“Um … I want you to…” She pushed down. “Can you kneel down more?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

He bent his legs, then leaned back a little, feeling her silky thighs on either side of him. Fuck, this was torture, but the oh, so good kind.

Her fingers stroked through his hair, sending ripples of awareness through him. He wanted to lean back and rest his head against her breasts. To enjoy her gentle caresses over his hair while he gazed up at her lovely face.

Then he wanted to turn and drag her into his arms and consume her mouth, then press her back onto the couch and prowl over her.

“Oh, this isn’t working. You must be bored stiff.”

He had to stifle a chuckle. He certainly was stiff, but not because he was bored.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” she lamented.

“Ash, I’m not bored, and I’m happy to do whatever you need. Just relax. What did you do the other night with him? Did you watch the whole movie?”

“No. I … didn’t like the movie. I think he picked something to purposely push me to disobey. He wants me to understand that it’s okay to refuse if I’m uncomfortable.”

“That’s good. So you protested?”

“Yes. I mean, sort of. I stopped watching it.”

He turned to face her. “What did he do when you disobeyed? Did he punish you?”

She bit her lip and nodded.

Fuck, he wanted to ask if Dare had exposed her naked ass. If he’d cupped her round flesh in his hand then smacked it until it stung. But the flush on her cheeks assured him that’s what had happened.