Confessions by Janice Collins Page A

him, snatching the book out of his hands and bending over to give him a deep and fervent kiss.  He immediately pressed his lips against her as if he had been holding on to that passion for a while only to let it free the moment she got home.  She pulled back and looked into his eyes.
     
    “How was your day?”
     
    “Okay,” he replied, “I hope it ends on a better note.”
     
    She ran the tip of her index finger from his temple down to his chin, pushing and tilting his head up toward her.  She chose this exact moment to change her facial expression into a more stern one, a facial expression that exerted authority. 
     
    “It can end better than it started, but that depends on you,” she said in a hushed voice.  She pulled back and stood straight up, turning on her heel to walk over to where she had dropped her purse earlier.  She unclipped the leather strap she used to swing it over her shoulders and walked back over to Billy.
     
    He eyed it with excitement. His throat bobbed as he gulped nervously.  She folded the strap in half and stretched it to make a loud snap noise that caused Billy to wince, a reaction that he tried to hide but was unsuccessful in doing so. 
     
    She started walking away from him and simply said, “Bedroom” in a commanding tone. 
     
    Quickly, he stood up and scurried behind her.  She noticed he didn’t walk beside her or even walk past her to go into the bedroom, instead he walked diligently behind her.
     
    Following orders comes so naturally to him , she mused.
     
    This once again served as a reminder of just how compatible they turned out to be.  In fact, they were compatible in numerous ways and this was just another to add to the list.  But it particularly stood out to her because it had been so unexpected. 
     
    After Billy entered the bedroom, she closed the door and turned to face him.  Staring him straight in the eyes, she raised a single finger and pointed down to the ground.  Without a word or hesitation, he sunk to his knees and looked up at her.  She slowly began to unbutton her blouse and reveal a black lace bra.
     
    It was new and he had never seen it.  She noticed his eyes light up at the sight and a slight smirk played at the corners of her lips, just subtly enough where he would have trouble deciding if she was actually smiling or not. 
     
    She took off her shirt and placed it on top of the dresser next to her before dropping her hands and resting them on the waistband of her pants, hooking her thumbs just underneath it.  She looked him up and down as if she were sizing him up before she snapped her fingers and pointed up.  He started to stand up slowly, looking to her for confirmation.  Taking her silence to mean he had, he stood straight up and waited. 
     
    “Take off your clothes,” she said quietly.  She had adopted for a quiet but commanding tone, the kind she had always imagined she would use.  She was internally delighted she was able to pull it off and that it actually worked.
     
    He removed his shirt and boxers to reveal his cock, already hard and standing at attention.  He held his clothes in his hands looking unsure of what to do with them.  Aria snatched them from his hands and placed them on the dresser on top of her own blouse.  She unbuckled her belt and slowly moved it out of the belt loops on her pants as Billy’s eyes followed its path around her hips with rapt attention. 
     
    She dangled it about a foot off the ground, holding it by its buckle, as his eyes ran over every inch of it.  She placed it on the dresser next to the leather strap of her purse and continued to unbutton and unzip her slacks.  She pushed them down from her hips, wiggling them in an exaggerated motion as she took off her pants and revealed matching black lace panties in a miniscule boy-short cut.  Billy swallowed hard. 
     
    She took the leather strap of her purse from the dresser and ran it between her fingers as she surveyed Billy for a