CHAPTER 2
Master.
The deep, gravelly voice at her ear relaxed her instantly, and suddenly instead of tensing and pulling away, Cynthia let herself fall back, the relief of a warm, broad chest against her spine reassuring her in every possible way.
‘Did you miss me, baby? Or were you too busy being eye-f****d by every man on this train?’
She tried to turn, but his hand clamped down on her thigh, the other one coming up to squeeze her waist. ‘Uh-uh,’ he chastised her. ‘You keep those pretty eyes facing forward while I touch you.’
Melting at his command, she felt her vision glaze over, another wet rush of warmth flooding her p***y as the hand on her thigh dragged higher up, lifting her skirt. Her master’s body behind her and the half-wall in front of her blocked what was happening from t
