Chapter Eight
Sarah and Nikki fell into…well, not exactly a comfortable routine in their new life together, for the cream-complected older girl, with her sly sultry dark eyes, her crooked red lips, and the glossy waves of jet that framed the smirking face of a fallen angel, made certain that comfort was precisely what her shivering blonde victim lacked. Nor was it even a routine, really, for Sarah's regal, demanding mistress could be kind or cruel, completely at her whim. When Nikki desired, for example, she might kiss and pet and snuggle, and murmur so sweet and reassuring. At yet when the mood struck, she might just as easily bind her fluttering slave open and exposed, punish her with all the wildly inventive love that one imperious young woman could have
