Footsteps echoed in the dark room and Gerry gasped as unseen hands cupped her breasts. Hands which seemed familiar in their firm, gentle hold. Her heart threatened to beat itself out of her chest completely, when she heard Sir’s voice.
“Relax, pumpkin, we’ve got you.”
She didn’t voice those thoughts, of course, merely dipped her head in silent acknowledgements of Sir’s plans for the evening.
“So beautiful, my sweet.” She knew that voice. Like molten chocolate it dripped into her consciousness, and her worries floated away.
He came back…
The feather light caress against her skin completed her delight.
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