Doctor or Master? (2)
I drove through the wrought-iron gates with my hands trembling on the steering wheel, the elegant villa rising ahead like something from a dark fantasy.
Three days had passed since that charged consultation, and I had barely thought of anything else. My breasts still carried faint marks from Doctor Reed's mouth, and every time I looked at them in the mirror I felt the same rush of heat between my legs.
I had packed carefully: a simple black dress that hugged my curves, no bra, and a pair of heels that made my hips sway with each step.
Beneath the dress I wore nothing at all, exactly as the brief message on his card had instructed. I was ready, or at least I believed I was.
The front door opened before I could knock. Doctor Reed, now simply Master in my mind, stoo
