Flesh: Part Twelve (The Flesh Series Book 12) Read Online Free Page B

safety
words.” I shake my head.
    “ Amy.”
    “ Do the other
girls use safety words?” I gaze up at him.
    He blinks a few
times before responding. “They have the option of using them.”
    “ Do they use
them though?”
    “ No.”
    “ Then neither
will I,” I insist stubbornly.
    “ Suit
yourself.” His jaw tenses slightly, a good sign that he doesn't
like the idea of me not wanting to use safety words. “Are you
ready to begin?”
    I inhale deeply, my
heartbeat beginning to hasten at the realization that this is
actually going to happen. He's going to do things to me in here.
Horrible things. Things I might not be able to handle.
    “ Yes, I'm
ready.”
    “ Alright
then.” Lucian takes a few steps away from me before turning
back around. “Take off your clothes. All of them. I want you to
fold them neatly and put them on the bench by the door. When you're
done, you will return to me and kneel on the floor. Do you
understand?”
    “ Yes, Sir.”
I bow my head respectfully.
    The thought that I'm
going to get completely naked in front of him with this much light
shining down on me makes me feel incredibly nervous. Even though he's
seen me naked several times before, I worry that all of my flaws will
be amplified in the light. I don't want him to see them, but this is
what I signed up for. I have no choice.
    Hesitantly, I reach
for the hem of the brown long-sleeved shirt I'm wearing. Now, more
than ever, I'm glad that I layered my clothing. It will take a while
for me to get naked, and hopefully my confidence will build with each
shed item of clothing. That's wishful thinking though.
    I pull the top off
and then slip out of my skirt. All the while, Lucian stands there
with his arms crossed over his chest and his legs slightly spread,
watching me with a hard expression. I don't know if I'm pleasing him
or not, but I'm honestly too consumed by my own insecurities to care.
    I turn to take the
clothes that I've removed so far to the bench near the door, but then
I hear Lucian say, “Stop.” I glance at him over my
shoulder, giving him a quizzical look. “Take everything off
first, then you can fold them and put them on the bench.”
    “ What do you
want me to do with them now?”
    “ Toss them on
the floor.” He nods towards a spot next to my feet.
    I already feel naked
stripped down to my base layer of clothing. The pink tights I'm
wearing hug my thighs, showing off my curves in all the wrong places.
The gray camisole I still have on isn't doing me any favors either.
    I take a deep breath
and start peeling off the tights, repeating over and over again in my
mind that he's seen it all before, so he can't possibly be
disappointed by the package now. Then I pull off the camisole in a
few jerking motions and toss it onto the pile of clothing as well.
    “ Slow
down,” he says the words one at a time. “You're starting
to get nervous.”
    I
look up at him blankly. Of course, I'm nervous. I feel like a whale
with the way the light is playing off of my rolls. PETA could come
busting through the door at any minute to try to push me back into
the ocean.
    Defensively,
I cross my arms over my stomach, which only makes him scowl.
    “ Arms
at your sides,” he tells me.
    I
knew that was coming, but it still doesn't make me want to do it.
With a huff, I drop my arms, turning my head to avoid his gaze. I
don't want to see him judging me.
    “ Look
at me, Amy. You're beautiful. There's no reason for you to hide.”
    I
sure as hell don't feel beautiful right now. The self-consciousness I
was hoping would go away has come out full-fledged, rising to the
forefront of everything. He's standing before me, an Adonis.
Masculine perfection. And all I can do is wonder why in the hell he'd
want someone like me. It makes me want to start crying.
    “ Amy,
stop it. You're getting inside your own head. Just look at me. Focus
on me.”
    I
do look at him, my eyes locking onto those two stunning blue pools
that are so captivating. I feel