"You look stunning," he said. His gaze perused her up and down.
Linea stepped from her bedroom wearing the ensemble Master Donovan had given her. His approval made her happy, but she knew the moment she looked at herself in the full-length mirror, she looked great.
The emerald green sleeveless jersey sheath hugged her curves. And with the open back and slit up to her hips, even more of her assets were hinted at, but not revealed.
She had styled her copper hair partially up with long tendrils strategically pulled out of the pins and shorter wisps framing her face.
Before her shower, Master Donovan removed the collar. Now the freedom of movement seemed odd. She still was without any undergarments, and the cool room pebbled her n*****s. She ran her hand over the hard nubs remembering las
