Strip. Everything. On your fucking knees. 

My brain goes utterly silent. My body begins thrumming with adrenaline, my heart hammers against my sternum, and my eyes remain locked on the glacial blue of hers.

She is watching me, waiting. 

Slowly, my fingers move to the buttons of my shirt. The silence is broken only by the soft pop of each button coming undone. I shrug the shirt off my shoulders, then my undershirt. The air raises goosebumps on my skin.

“Keep going.”

I take off my ...