Taking Whats His Hour Three
The next in the series. As always, I love you, Master. She woke to insistent tapping, fingertips drumming out a nonsense rhythm on her thigh. With a grumble, she opened her eyes, blinking until her vision stopped swimming. “Was sleepin’. Was cozy. Why didja move…?” her voice rang petulant and she squirmed, trying to regain the sleepy-warm feelings of their impromptu nap. “Because, My girl, no one said you got to rest. I promised you that I’d make you scream, and I’m a man of My word,” He...