Annoyed with herself for missing the order, she closed her eyes. “I'm sorry, Sir.”
He didn’t respond and she was only able to catch small sounds that gave her no clues as to his actions. For a long stretch, there was nothing. Then, though there were no sounds, she was suddenly sure that he was standing directly in front of her. Somehow, just the knowledge of his presence, of his regard, made her less nervous but more anxious. She wanted him, as she always did. Wanted to please him, give him her body and her submission, as she always did. Wanted to experience the pleasure she knew he would give her, that he always gave.
Taking a deep breath, she reminded herself that their reality was awesome. She needed to focus on this, this moment, when she was away from him and not let her worries ove
