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When I untied the scarf from her head, her eyes stayed closed and for an instant I thought she might have fainted. Then I saw a smile curl over her lips. She sighed and her eyelids fluttered open. The violet eyes had a slightly drugged cast to them, as if they were reluctant to return to the confined perception of sharp focus.
"Kiss me again." She said.
I did and then lay with my head pillowed on her breast, listening to her heart.
"That was fabulous." She said in a very quiet voice.
"Yes." I agreed.
After sometime, I removed the scarves from her wrists and ankles. She had not asked me to, or made any sign that she was uncomfortable.
"I don't smoke but I want a cigarette." She giggled, as if the sudden craving were the naughtiest thing in the world.
I got up and found a pack. We shared one in silence and then I turned out the lamp.
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In the morning, I was up first. While I waited for the coffee to perk, I thought about last night's sex. It had been good for me but she had gone nuts. Either she had been sexually frustrated for a long time or the novelty of being tied down had touched a secret spring in her. I laid out a continental breakfast and then woke her and asked if she'd meet me on the terrace.
"Mmm..kay. Let me wash my face and I'll be out."
She walked out wearing my robe and sat down across from me. Her face was rosy from being scrubbed and her hair was back up.
"Take off my robe." I told her. " I want to look at your breasts while I enjoy my breakfast."
"But you're dressed. I'd feel silly."
"Last night I had my tongue between your legs and this morning you want to act shy? Stop playing the dumb cunt and take off the robe!"
She flushed and I could see she hadn't cared for being referred to as a DC. After a pause she unbelted the robe though and let it slide from her shoulders. She did look uncomfortable about being the only one naked.
"Thank you." I said, "looking at your nipples is already making my mouth water. Here try this marmalade."
I spread some on a croissant and fed her a bite. I insisted on feeding her bite by bite. I made a game of it and soon her self-consciousness faded.
"I think I will make it a rule that whenever you pass through my door you must immediately take off your clothes. You shall always be naked when you are here."
"Oh, Alan, you can't be serious."
"But I am. Completely serious. Promise me you will obey the rule?"
"Alan, I…."
" Just promise me you'll do as I say." I interrupted.
"I guess there's no harm in it. After all, as you said, it's not as if I have any secrets left."
"Thank you, Miara. Oh, and one other thing. I don't want you wearing your hair up anymore. Take it down now."
It was apparent as she slowly unpinned her hair and let it cascade over her naked shoulders that she was having a hard time adjusting to being ordered around. She had been living alone long enough to be accustomed to doing as she pleased. Having rules laid down for her as for a child was something outside her frame of reference.
After I finished feeding her, we showered together. I washed her and dried her, slapping her hands away whenever she attempted to do anything for herself.
I told her we were going out for the day. She wanted to go home and change as she had nothing but her evening dress with her. I made her wear a pair of my shorts, cinched up with a necktie and one of my shirts. Then, of course, she said her high-heeled pumps looked odd. I agreed but made her wear them anyway.
"Where are we going?" she wanted to know.
"Shopping to begin with."
"For what." she asked.
"Anything that strikes our fancy." I answered.
I drove us to the Galleria, a pricey mall near my apartment. I took her into Neiman's and picked out a complete wardrobe for her. I wanted her to have any clothes she might need at my place. I planned on making her spend almost all of her time there. I didn't want her retreating to the security of her own familiar little nest.
It took awhile but when we were done I had ordered everything from bikinis to eveningwear delivered. She walked out with me wearing a short skirted leather ensemble in black leather and sheer white blouse with puffed cuffs and a plunging neckline. For her feet I had chosen high-heeled open toed black, patent sandals with ankle straps.
"My god, Alan, you spent a fortune in there. I make a good living and can buy my own clothes. It makes me feel funny accepting all this from you. This is too much too soon. We've only known each other such a short time."
"A lot happened last night though. Don't you agree, Miara?"
"Yes but…"
"Shh. No buts. Come on, we've more shopping to do."
"More? I don't want to shop anymore, Alan."
I ignored her and led her into a lingerie boutique. I wanted her wearing sheer black hose with what she had on. I've always liked the look of them on a woman.
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