Proserpina

My Master and I fell into each other’s arms, the way we had done for years. I knew I should have been more restrained, but Lucien Delano had always been able to mesmerise me with a look. It had not changed over the decades we had been together.

He pushed me onto the kitchen table, and I lay back willingly, legs parted.

“I’ve locked the door,” he grunted as he removed his belt. His hand moved to my blouse and skirt, fumbling with fastenings. Suddenly, I felt the cool air around my womanhood and my Master grunted hoarsely.

“Ahh…that smell…”

His head lowered, and I controlled my urge to...