SUBMISSION TO THE MASTER

ll,

his authoritative tone

n, shocking herself at

nd here for as long as

his blue eyes t

ided slowly downward, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wak

ould go on

nned.

even a few more minutes, she

und to her back. Blazing a trail of hot embers over the side

she w

thin strip of her thong, and followed it forward. Gliding along the fabric toward her

f his fingertip lightly

, he would have felt the wetness there, proof of how much his t

back. “Tha

st. Would he command her to be still and allow him to contin

some hold over her. Like he could just com

desire to please him. To see

p totally naked right now,

t made her turn and head toward

ike that.” His question

nearly naked body. No, she

he management would frown on your marching ac

ward him, her long, dark hair

s so much

ve my dre

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e to command her to take off that bra right now and reveal her full breasts, and hard, needy nipples. But

ists at her side, and as much as he loved watching

ersuaded to l

nd what do I need to

be suggesting she touch him. Anywhere she wanted. That could prove int

is ear, or stroked over his shoulder,

om his brain. He intended to stick with his promise of

him h

to return

n her lovely, sky-blu

ips. Not the black and red one she’d shown up with, but one of the all black

hesitantly, she stepped t

here tomorrow and show

t, then at him

the dress was unimportant. It

he black fabric, shapeless without her beautiful body giving it form, hung from her

and even feeling the softness just below her panty line, she w

s, then lowered the dr

s, then over her hips. She slid her hand into one shor

’ll zip

s ok

zipper tag, then glided it upward. Watching the opening of the

ached the top, s

and stuck o

ou, Mr.

he ki

and, then envelop

lcome, M

she turned and stared at him, her eyes filled

ed. She’

r her arm. Taped closed, so it wouldn’t accidentally come open in the hands of the hot

him a dress today, but who knew? Maybe