Book 4: Chapter 38

At the juncture of my closed thighs, she paused to gaze at the sprinkling of hair covering my pussy. With that simple caress, she damn near undid all the pep talk I had given myself about not coming before I was told. She was killing me with her sensual torture session; I knew that for a fact.

“Not bare?” Alyssa inquired.

“Haven’t had a moment for self-care these last few weeks, Mistress. I was going to take care of it tonight to prepare myself for tomorrow,” I explained in a raspy tone.

I was slightly embarrassed that I had not taken the time to clean myself up before playing with them.

She stared down at it contemplative, still caressing the tiny curls. Then she nodded, obviously accepting my explanation.

“You will fix this tomorrow. But tonight, I am too anxious to play to let you get off this bed right now,” she told me.

“Yes, Mistress. I am anxious as well,” I agreed with her as well.

She smiled with a wicked delight, moments before her