Chapter Three
Dara
I wake up wonderfully warm, cozy, well-rested and with an infinite sense of well-being. It doesn’t last long however.
My hogtied slave is wrapped in my arms and pulled snugly against my naked body, his face actually nestled between my breasts. I’m not the only one who slept beautifully this way: still out like a light Drew has a look of rapturous contentment even in unconsciousness. My heart melts a bit at his sappy expression. But then I push him roughly all the way over and roll away from him, profoundly unsettled.
What in the world has gotten into me? And how many times have I asked myself that question lately? What was I thinking, letting him spend the night not only in my bed but in my arms? This outrageous bestowal of favor – not to mention the bliss it gave m
