His eyes went to her throat and her arms and back to her face, but that was the only outward reveal of his thoughts. He didn’t know her limits as well as her mistress did. He had a riding crop on top of his dresser, if he needed that, but for now he looked up at her and scrutinised her face.
“Remove your bra,” he said. “I will send you home in one piece, don’t worry. Everything between then and now is my time.” Her body was gorgeous and within reach, and completely within his power. That kind of power was not something he often indulged in, but tonight, he could. A semblance of it, at least.
Yes, Luna thought, knowing now that this was definitely going ahead. She couldn’t be sure of what ‘this’ would entail but that was part of it, wasn’t it? Of having no say or knowledge of what he would choose to do to her, to only have the choice to say ‘stop’ and nothing beyond that.
Luna reached behind her back, watching him, and undid the clasp with one hand. She drew the bra off herself but didn’t drop it onto the floor, not after his command with the jacket earlier. She would hold it until he told her otherwise.
“Good girl. You can drop it. We’re not in the library here.” Merlin undid the top button on his shirt, picked up the tie, and stood up, walking around Luna, looking her over. He stopped behind her, and waited, leaving her in suspense for a long moment, letting the tie loose over his fingers, and then tossing it over one shoulder to free his hands up.
Stepping forward, standing directly behind her, he placed his hands on her shoulders and slowly stroked them down her arms, his hands firm over her skin. For a moment he saw an image of a basement, a dark-haired man with a thin, sharp knife, the smell of blood and piss, and Luna’s long hair falling across her face. His grip tightened for a moment.
“Tell me how you got out,” he said low into her ear, his hands rising back up her arms, and he bent his head to kiss her shoulder, very gently.