This. Yes. Stars, yes. She loved when he held her afterward. She rubbed her feet together, tensing at the sensation returning to them.
He looked down at her and tweaked one n****e between his thumb and forefinger. “I like when you look at me like that.”
She hardly dared breathe. Was Zander actually paying her a compliment? “How do I look?” She spoke softly, not wishing to jar Zander out of his unusual tenderness.
He smirked. “Like I’m your entire universe.”
“Well,” she said lightly, “you are my master.”
areHis eyes narrowed as if trying to determine if she was being sarcastic. For once, she wasn’t. She’d meant what she said. He was her master. In the short time she’d been with him, he had become her entire world. Bending to his will meant avoiding punishment, and even earning comfort.
