Wednesday, October 26, 2016
Amara waited at the table for his return, having sent him to change his clothes
Knowing what she wore barley covered her body. She adored teasing him, watching him squirm with anticipation of her touch.
Amara was in charge, dominating the entire scenario.
All he was permitted to do was watch her, for now.
The empty food plates and glasses were reminders, he would not eat, or drink till she had finished with him, only then if he did exactly as he was told.
He was her newest toy, there for her pleasure alone.
His desire fueled by her dominance.