For the umpteenth time, I check my reflection.
Gathered under my breasts, the silky fabric floats to ankle level, glinting like black starlight as I move. The haltered top enhances the line of my neck and shoulders and gives me the chance to display my Master’s gift to me, an emerald teardrop suspended on its silvery chain.
He stands behind me, his hands on my shoulder, kissing into my neck. “My Love, you look stunning. You can leave the mirror behind.”
stunning.“Sorry, Master. I’m just a bit nervous.”
The hands slide from the shoulders to my waist, then give me a squeeze. “It’s only an overblown party. There’s nothing to be nervous of.”
of“But this is my first time as your wife. And always before, there was only us, or just a few, like the Thorntons. This is the first time I’ve come
