Chapter Five
She could sense him behind her and then she caught a whiff of his cologne. Goose-bumps were rising on her naked skin. The tension was unbearable. Oh, let him touch her, let him speak! She could feel his eyes on her, on her bare back, on her naked bottom, on the milky whiteness of her thighs above the black stockings. Would he caress her? Would he strike her? Anything to break the suspense.
“Turn around,” he said, his resonant voice filling the room and her.
She looked into his eyes, those deep brown eyes she had only seen in pictures. She felt their power, felt them staring into her very soul. Instinctively, without thinking, she fell to the ground and kissed his feet.
“Master,” she whispered. “How may I serve you?”
“Rise,” he said.
She got uncertainly to her feet. He to
