I watch in shock as he kneels in front of me. Slowly, sitting on each knee, "Don't get used to this," he says with a smile.
Heat rises up into my cheeks while I instinctively scoot back on the overstuffed cushion, "What are you doing down there, Sir?" I can't hide my confusion.
He chuckles again, running his fingers through his hair and my heart races. I can tell despite my discomfort, he's totally in his element. Without a word, his large hand wraps around my ankle. I look at it, shocked. He doesn't move. After a few moments, I relax into his grasp.
His tone is calming as he says, "You are safe with me."
I nod slowly, considering his words carefully. He uses his firm grip to prop my foot on the arm of the chair and I do my best to remain calm, but feeling the cool air brushing my thin panties sends me squirming.
His head dips below my dress for a moment, "Lovely choice." His voice rumbles like far off thunder. "I had hoped you'd paired this sexy little piece with lace."
I think back to my undergarment choices before our date. It was either the one thong I own, a lacey white set I'd impulse bought years prior, or my unfortunate collection of old granny panties and mom bras. The choice was simple, but I had no idea it would cause such a reaction.
My breath catches as my heart pounds against my ribs. In all my years, I'd never had a man seem so hungry for me. The fear and excitement is almost too much.
His soft touch guides my chin towards him, where we lock eyes, "Does the bra match?"
In a brief moment of courage, I barely manage a whisper, "Why don't you find out?"
Small bouts of hysteria set in and I begin to shake with adrenaline. What the fuck am I thinking? Who is this woman?
The fingers on my chin tighten. Just enough so I can feel the pressure threateningly, "I think I will."