I looked down at her and smiled. "Okay. Just for tonight." I tenderly kissed her on the lips before gently assisting her to sit up on the table. Stepping back, I composed myself, observing her graceful movements with admiration. As she adjusted her position, I couldn't help but notice the delicate sparkle in her eyes, a reflection of the dim light in the room. It felt as if time itself had paused, allowing us to savor this enchanting moment.
“Be my mistress.” I couldn't help it - the words just poured out of me uncontrollably, like a verbal avalanche. It felt as if I had no say in the matter, as if the words had a will of their own.
Her expression shifted abruptly, a mix of surprise and possibly disdain. I observed as a perplexed furrow formed on her brow. She seemed to be struggling to
