Leela
"Queen," I managed to stammer. "I'm your queen, not princess."
I swallowed. I'd been dreaming of this night for days, but now that we were finally alone, I was suddenly a little afraid. Of what, I didn't know.
He circled me like a lion would its prey.
"Is that so?"
He came to a stop behind me, agonisingly close but not quite touching me.
"Would you like assistance in removing your gown, my queen?" he said, his voice sending shivers down my spine.
I nodded and closed my eyes as I felt his fingers deftly loosening my corset from behind. Within moments, I felt my gown fall to the floor.
"Turn around," he commanded.
I was in no position to refuse him. I didn't want to.
He took a sharp intake of breath and my eyes flew open. He stood before me, drinking me in. Instinctively
