The fire crackled behind him and a bead of sweat trailed down under his finely tailored shirt. “Good girl,” he rewarded his pet, but his voice was tight. Constricted. He cleared his throat, trying to get back his sense of command and dominance.

“I want you to lay back, and spread your arms to either side of the bed.”

Her legs were pressed so tightly together that as she lay down flat, he never got another glimpse of her slit, nor the little tuft of wispy blonde hairs above it. She obeyed, though, splaying her arms out to the side, leaving her panties discarded on the edge of the bed,...