Chapter Eight
Alison stood where I had stopped her and remained perfectly still as I shut and locked the door behind us. When I did not immediately go to her she must have suspected that I was looking her over. She did not turn or move from her spot, but she did raise her cuffed hands so that I had an unobstructed view of her lovely ass. If she only knew what thoughts that prompted in me she might have reconsidered her action.
As arousing as it was to simply look at her and know that she was mine to do with as I pleased, that was not enough for me. I came up behind her and put my arms around her, my hands sliding up along her ribs to her breasts. As I fondled and squeezed that soft, soft flesh she leaned back against me and moaned. Her head sagged back against my shoulder.
“Master,” she
