The smell of freshly oiled leather filled my nose as my naked skin slid over the cool, studded material of the chaise lounge. I peered around the room, unsure of what I was doing here. There was no client in the CBT Chair or on the spanking horse. The St. Andrews Cross remained empty. The usual session music wasn't piping in through the speakers.
My gaze swept over my naked body. Doing a double take, I saw a man kneeling at the end of the chaise, his head bowed. “What are you doing?"
“Waiting to please you."
That voice. It was his voice—the one that had made me lose my mind. “William?"
He raised his head dutifully at my question. “Yes, Mistress."
“Why are we here?"
“To fuck."
Just hearing him say that word caused me to both shiver and flush. Scissoring my legs, I tried fending off t
