Michael
James stands, leaning against the door frame, sipping tea from a cup and saucer, watching her.
As she realises that he’s there, her face comes up, her expression changing….
…. that feral, green-eyed wild-child look….
I can almost see the wheels turning in her head….
…. trying to decide what he wants….
After only a few moments, she stands….
How the hell does he do that?
…. walks fluidly across the room to him….
…. no stiff hips, then….
….. and then, shrugging her bathrobe away, letting it fall to the floor, drops down, head bowed, to kneel naked at his feet.
For the shortest of moments, as he looks down at her, I see his soul laid bare, then the mask drops back into place and his expression blanks over.
Looking at her, naked, submissive, beautiful; to me it looks hot a
