Taking Whats His Hour One
I love you, Master. So so so much. Another one for you. “Up you get, My girl…” His voice was gruff—sleep-rough but stern—and His fingertips trailed ever-so-lightly across her bare skin. He smiled down at His still-sleeping girl, nestled into the downy blankets of the over-sized bed. She leaned against His touch, murmuring and whimpering at the contact, but her eyes were still closed tight, and her chest rose and fell with her sleep-saturated breathing. He pressed harder, more insistently, His...