AMELIA

By now I should have known his scent and I do. I turned and he was there. Looking as stern as he did two nights ago. I have been looking forward to this all night. He had not been home today, father was worried. Now that I see him, he is holding a bag.

“Strip, Amelia,” he tells me, walking over to sit down on the bed.

He dips his hand into the bag and brings out a blindfold and a dildo. He lays the blindfold and the dildo on the mattress.

“Take off your clothes, slowly.”

I freeze. I have always imagined this but not so fast. He...