Ariana's p.o.v
"Take off your clothes and shoes." He demanded as I frowned deeply while convincing myself that my ears were playing tricks on me.
"I hate repeating myself, I said, f*****g strip." He said while unbuckling his belt.
I was way happy inside but somehow uncomfortable, his eyes and face portrayed anger, he really was aiming to punish me.
"Master, why do I have to strip?" I asked in a low tone.
"Do I have to make you?" He asked lazily.
'Yes, you have to! I won't lift my freaking hand or finger so you do it yourself, master just strip me naked and f**k me right here and now!' I yelled in my head.
If only I could say that out loud, I really wanted to but I had fear.
I slowly lifted my hands and unzipped my trousers, I looked at Brandon who was folding the belt in two, then
