04

LAURA

Now that my heels were gone, the height difference between us became even more pronounced.

He gripped my shoulders and turned me around until we were facing a huge mirror on the wall. One that I hadn’t known was there before, until now. Staring into the mirror, I took in our differences.

Jesus. He was so tall and big, and I was so small and short in comparison. He was standing behind me, his hands on my shoulders as he, too, stared at us in the mirror.

“Look at yourself.” He commanded, his voice caressing my hair and senses.

And I did. Which, again, took me by surprise, because I didn’t react well to being ordered.

The image we produced in the mirror was nothing short of erotic and it didn’t do anything to help the wetness that had pooled between my legs. If anything, it made it worse.

Some of the pins holding my hair had given out, but a few still held strong. It gave my hair a somewhat disheveled and arranged look that was sexy. My nipples pointed skyward, demanding atten