The Dom…
“Get down.”
“What?”
“You heard me.” He snaps the instruction. “Bend over the end of the bed. Support yourself on your arms. No pressure on your stomach.”
“Master…”
But he turns me, positions me, pushes me down at the shoulders. “Your weight on your hands. That’s it.”
From behind me the snap of leather and the rasp off metal. “If I have to do something as absurd as prove to you that I still want you just as much as I ever did, then it’s easy enough.”
He slips thumbs into the waistband of the leggings, pulling it clear of my belly then tugging down.
“Panties too. Step.”
He yanks the lot free of me as I raise one foot then the other. “Now…” The heat of his groin presses to my hips, the warmth of his chest to my spine, as he strokes down my arms. “… You’re comfortable? Suppor
