Book 4: Chapter 26

I leaned back slightly, trying to break her spell. But she was not having any of that. As I leaned away, she leaned in, giving me a spectacular view down her shirt. The glorious swells of her chest pressed forward, and I unconsciously licked my lips as my eyes unwarrantedly glued themselves to the cream-colored mounds.

Just when I did not think the torture could get any worse, she uncrossed her legs and scooted just a hair forward, making the tiny skirt slide up her smooth legs. I had a perfect view of what was under that farce of a skirt, and I had been right.

She was not wearing any underwear. Mistress was sitting right in front of me bare-assed, practically begging me to bury my face between her soft creamy thighs. Damn it, how was I supposed to say no to that?

“Bell,” she purred, interrupting my twisted thoughts.

“Yes, Mistress?” I answered, somehow thrown back into my submissive self.

Her smile widened with pleasure. “You didn’t answer my question,