Charlotte
I hesitate, stumbling over my words.
“You've worked long enough for one session,” says my Master. “You need to take a break.”
I want to protest, but raising a forefinger, he interrupts me. “You're going stale. I asked you the same question ten minutes ago and you knew the answer then.”
He’s right….
Sheepishly, I nod.
He looks at me with that depthless gaze of his. “So, what kind of a break would you like to take?”
As though the question were a word of command, I grow liquid inside.
His eyes and mouth are soft. One hand cupping my cheek, his lips brush over mine; warm and sensual. It is the lightest of touches, but the sensation skitters through me, catching the air in my throat and sending electricity scampering down my spine.
With his free hand on my waist, he pulls me
