Book 4: Chapter 6

That described Mistress Alyssa to a “T”; sweet as pie backed with steel shards. She may talk with a gentle tone, but it is backed with a hard promise of punishment if it was disobeyed.

My eyes wearily slid up her luscious body, unwittingly lingering on every sweet curve and caressing it with my gaze. Something I ached to do with my hands.

Trimmed and fit legs seemed to travel up and up shown to perfection in her tight jeans. The gentle swell of her hips led the way up to a stomach that was built to lounge my head in for hours as we relaxed. Then slide up to her generously endowed breasts barely covered by the tight form-fitting bodice of her shimmering blue halter top.

The urge to yank that shirt down so I could glimpse the tantalizing flesh underneath threatened to overwhelm me. I swallowed hard and finally met her eyes, afraid of what I would see there.

Concern was not what I was expecting.

“Is everything okay?” she inquired softly.

My impulse w