“I like how you blush when you think about us. Did you like what we did?” he asks as his hands pause on my hips, watching me with a small smile.

“Yes,” I whisper, unsure of my voice, my heart beginning to race as I see his eyes darken.

“Yes, what?” he asks in return and at first, I am not sure what he is asking me, but then it dawns on me.

“Yes, Dante,” I breathe out, and I hear his chest growl in approval, making my sex throb.

“You know I like it when you say my name like that.”

“Yes… Dante..” I say again, teasing him a little.

“This is a pretty dress, Little Red, but I think you would look better without it?” As he removes his hands from me and sits back, my body stills, my skin still tickling from his touch and aching to have it back. He’s once again leaving it up to me to either answer his question with action or walk out the door. It is like he wants to touch me, but is afraid to, as I see his hands clench like he is trying very hard to not reach out to me when it is all I want him to do. I have never been in this position before. Never wanted something so much and for it to be offered up for me to take. Because I want Dante. All of him. I want his hands on my body, his lips on mine, I want to please him, and I want to learn everything from only him. I dream about him daily, and every time I am around him, my heart races.

I look down at my dress, knowing that I am not going anywhere. He has already seen my body, but this feels more deliberate. In the shower, he took control; he was fully naked and I stayed in my shirt. But now, the tides have turned, and I will be undressing for him. It feels different, yet I still feel in complete control of the moment. I swallow as my eyes flick back to his, seeing pure lust in his gaze. Then I pull the cord that ties my dress together, undoing a few buttons at the top near the neckline. I let the thin fabric slip off my shoulders and then shimmy it down my arms before it falls like a feather down my body, skimming my small curves and landing in a puddle at my feet.