Her head fell back in surrender against his shoulder. “Yes, only you, Ian. You’re the only one I ever see, the only one I want.”

He smiled in satisfaction. “Good. Because from now on, I’m the only man who will ever get to have you. I’ve waited so damned long for you, but it was all worth it because now you belong to me, body and soul. And there’s no possible way I’ll ever let you go.”

Ian deftly unfastened the platinum chain around her throat, setting the necklace aside carefully, and then removed her diamond earrings one at a time. Her breathing grew more uneven with each touch of his hands, and he marveled that she was already this aroused when he’d barely even begun to seduce her. He ran the backs of his hands along her bare shoulders, stepping in close behind her until his chest was pressed firmly against her back. His hands fell to her hips, pulling her buttocks more closely against his groin, so that she could feel the unmistakable bulge of his erection. Her full, trembling mouth fell open in a silent gasp, her eyes remaining tightly closed. She was quivering, her nipples already hard and clearly visible against the clingy fabric of her dress, and he could almost smell her arousal.

“Open your eyes, Tessa,” he urged gently. “Do you remember what I told you last night?”

Her blue eyes opened slowly, their expression lust-filled and spellbound at the same time. “Yes, I remember,” she breathed.

“Good. Because I want you to keep your eyes open from now on, hmm? I want you to watch everything in the mirror, to watch us in the mirror. Agreed?”

She nodded, watching him in the mirror as he’d instructed her. “Yes, I agree.”

He toyed with the top of her zipper. “Do you recall what I told you I was going to do this evening?”

“Yes.” She struggled visibly to maintain eye contact with him, her natural reaction being to close her eyes and simply let the pleasure take her over. “You, ah, told me that you were going to undress me. Ex-except for my stockings and shoes.”

Ian lowered the zipper about midway down her back. “Correct. And do you know why I’m going to leave those two particular items on your body, while the rest of you is going to be beautifully naked?”

“N-n-no,” stammered Tessa as he finished unzipping the dress and began to push the bodice off her shoulders.

His lips traced a slow, seductive path across her shoulder blades as he continued to slowly ease the dress down past her hips. “I wanted you in your stockings and these very, very sexy shoes because they make you look like every forbidden sin known to mankind. And even though I’ve very seldom broken any rules in my life, I find with you that I want to break them all.” The dress fell to her feet as his mouth caressed the side of her throat. “I want to be sinful with you, Tessa, to do very wicked things to you. Do you want the same thing?”

She was panting now, beginning to instinctively grind her ass against his straining erection, and could only whisper in a thin, high voice, “Yes, God, yes! I-I want everything that you want, Ian.”

He nuzzled his face against the nape of her neck. “My sweet girl. Always so eager to please me. But nowhere near as eager as I am to bring you pleasure tonight. Let me look at you now, love.”

Ian helped her step out of the dress before picking it up and laying it gently on a countertop. Unlike most of the other clothing he’d purchased for her, this black dress hadn’t been all that expensive, but given the way it fit her to perfection he intended to be very, very careful with it.

And then he was staring at her reflection in the mirror, at the picture of wanton perfection she presented, and he was the one who began to pant in anticipation. Christ, but she was beyond temptation, beyond anything even the most detailed imagination could have dreamed of conjuring up. Because of the off the shoulder neckline of the dress, she’d chosen to wear a strapless bra - this one of black lace cut low over her sumptuous breasts. Sheer, lacy black panties were cut high on her ass cheeks, baring a substantial amount of skin, and as usual she wore silky black thigh high stockings with a lace trimmed band. The four-inch heels of her black stilettos brought her closer to his own height, and make her legs look endlessly long and shapely.

Dressed like this - or, more accurately, barely dressed - she was every man’s dirtiest, most forbidden fantasy, the sort of woman a man wanted to lock up in his bedroom for days at a time and fuck until he passed out. But there was nothing the least bit dirty or tawdry about Tessa, even dressed in scanty, erotic lingerie. She was the golden ring, the ultimate prize, like a modern day Helen of Troy, the one woman men would kill for in order to possess. And she belonged to him, only him, and he was primed and ready to claim her over and over again.

“Look at yourself, love,” he breathed in her ear. “How magnificent you are, how beautiful. It’s small wonder that I can’t keep my hands off of you, off this sexy, delicious body.”

Ian held her gaze captive, refusing to let her look away, as he ran his hands slowly and deliberately over her bare shoulders and down her arms. He caressed her soft belly before squeezing her waist, then ran just his fingertips up along the sides of her ribcage, causing her to tremble almost uncontrollably. She was whimpering with need, her buttocks rubbing up wantonly against his pulsing cock, but still she obeyed and kept watching in the mirror as he caressed her upper body with intricate detail.

“Ohhh.”

Her long, drawn-out moan of pleasure was nearly his undoing as he adroitly unhooked her bra and slowly peeled the lacy cups away, baring those glorious breasts. The firm, round globes overflowed his palms as he cupped them, and she gasped sharply when he began to pinch the hardened tips between his thumb and forefinger.

“So good,” she groaned, her head falling back limply against his shoulder as he continued to stimulate her nipples and squeeze her tits.

He gave her earlobe a sharp little nip. “Eyes open, love. Watch us. Watch how much pleasure I can give you.”

With an effort she opened her eyes and fixed her gaze on his hands as they held the heavy weight of her breasts in them, looked on as he plucked the pale apricot nipples over and over. Her blue eyes were almost glazed over now with pleasure, her cheeks hotly flushed, and she was too tempting for him to resist much longer. With a growl, he gripped her chin between his long fingers and turned her head slightly so that he could kiss her - a heady, devouring kiss that made her groan loudly and that caused his already throbbing erection to push even more insistently against his trousers.