The room was dim, the only light spilling through the window in pale, silvery streaks that danced across Aurora’s bare shoulders. She knelt on the edge of the bed, her body wrapped loosely in his shirt, the one he’d left behind that morning. All day, she’d worn it, the fabric clinging to her skin, heavy with his scent. It was a musky blend of cedar and spice, a constant reminder of her Master, and it had kept her in a haze of longing as she waited for his return.
Aurora’s dark hair fell in soft waves down her back, her breath shallow with anticipation. She heard the door creak open, and her heart leapt. He was home. Her Master stepped into the room, his presence commanding even in the shadows. She didn’t dare turn to look at him, her training holding her still, but she felt his gaze on her, searing into her skin like a brand. The shirt slipped slightly, exposing the curve of her shoulder, and she clutched it tighter, her fingers trembling with need.
He said nothing at first, his silence a test of her patience. She watched his reflection in the mirror across the room as he began to undress. His fingers moved with deliberate slowness, unbuttoning his shirt one agonizing button at a time. Each movement sent a shiver through her, her body aching to serve, to please him in any way he desired. The fabric of his shirt parted, revealing the hard planes of his chest, and Aurora bit her lip, her thighs pressing together as heat pooled low in her belly.
“You’ve been waiting for me, haven’t you, pet?” His voice was a low growl, rich with authority, and it sent a thrill down her spine.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, thick with devotion. “I’ve missed you.”
He stepped closer, his trousers falling to the floor with a soft thud, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. She could feel the heat of him now, so close, and her body hummed with the need to touch him, to kneel at his feet and offer herself completely. But she waited, as she’d been taught, her hands resting on her thighs, the shirt slipping further to reveal the swell of her breasts.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his hand finally reaching out to cup her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. His thumb brushed over her lips, and she parted them instinctively, her eyes pleading for his command. “You’ve been so patient. Now, let’s see how well you can serve me tonight.”
Aurora’s heart raced as he released her, stepping back to finish undressing. She knew what was coming, and every fiber of her being burned with the desperate need to please her Master, to show him just how deeply she belonged to him. |
