*Melina*
I knew, of course, that this was where I would end up, but now that the moment is upon me, it feels a little unsettling. The bed suddenly looms massive and a great distance away.
"Where do you want me exactly?" I ask, nearly forgetting to alter the timbre of my voice until it reflects the throatiness I require.
I don't like not being in control, yet I suspect tonight I will be merely a puppet, his puppet. The notion should fill me with anger or dread. Should have me informing him that I’m not a pawn, but can leave anytime I want. He won’t force or bully me. I'm relatively certain of that. He is simply a man who knows what he wants. I find that aspect of him quite attractive.
He wraps both his hands around mine that are holding the snifter. I wonder when my fingers have gone i
