His lips were soft and they were making me feel hot. That’s all I could think about as Aston—my Master—kissed me.
I was grateful for the wall at my back because I would’ve fallen flat on my ass without it. I kept my hands flat against the wall as Aston’s lips glided over mine in a way that was making my head spin and every cell in my body to tingle with a sensation I’d never felt before.
But I didn’t understand why he was kissing me. What was going on with him? Had he forgotten I was his slave—his property? He wasn’t supposed to kiss me. He was supposed to order me around and abuse me if I displeased him. He had no reason to kiss me.
He likes you. That’s why he’s kissing you.
Aston couldn’t like me. We were worlds apart and the dynamics between us would never be at an equal level.
