"Yes, sir," she said softly, getting on her knees before him. She bit her lips, a small smirk playing on her face, almost as if challenging him.
She lay down and spread her legs slightly, her eyes flickering with nervous excitement. He knelt beside her, his movements deliberate as he began slipping her layers of clothes off.
From her coat to her innerwear and tights, the process was painstakingly slow until he playfully tore one of the layers, causing her to gasp.
"Laz, stop ripping my clothes!" she exclaimed, half-laughing, half-protesting.
"Laz, stop tearing my clothes!" she gasped in mock protest as he lost patience and ripped through the remaining layers.
"I'll just buy you new ones," he teased, his gray eyes sparkling mischievously.
Now before him, vulnerable yet captivating, he let his gaze linger over her. "You're stunning every single day, my love. It's like I'm seeing you for the first time all over again," he murmured, his voice soft but full of passion.
