Chapter EightShe stood before me in our bedroom, the heavy black drapes drawn against the angry sun. Outside, a thousand mortals in a thousand homes rose from their slumber to work, to slave, to exist. But inside this room such obligations were meaningless. In here existed only carnal desires, love and l**t.
I stood behind Poppy and gently kissed the nape of her neck. She let out a sigh. With fingers that trembled with anticipation, I undid her white dress and allowed it to fall to the floor. She turned and stood before me n***d, save for her white stockings and her black leather ankle boots. I was n***d and barefoot, and the heels of her boots allowed the shorter Poppy to look me directly in the eye. “Worship me,” she said. “Oh yes,” I replied, entranced.
I laid her down upon the mattre
