Lucas
For a moment, her startled doe-eyed stare peering my way makes me wonder if Dorothy was right, that this woman agreed to instruction and to being viewed. There is no doubt that Dorothy was correct about this beautiful woman's status. The white satin mask isn't the only clue that this gorgeous creature is in a new element. Her piquing interest and wanton needs emanate from her. It's as if even through the glass I can smell her desire.
I tilt my chin. “Lie back against the arm of the sofa so I can see."
Her head moves from side to side. “What?"
My neck tightens. “Tell me what part of my instructions was unclear." My tone deepens with each word.
She doesn't speak as she looks around as if she had forgotten where she was. Move by move, she complies, laying her head upon the arm at
