Bianca kissed her Master, loving the way his warm arms went around her.

“Naughty girl,” growled St Just hoarsely, “I need to punish you, I think.”

She dimpled excitedly, her eyes dancing in mischief.

She loved it when she had worked St Just into a state where he felt he had to administer punishment.

She was really becoming a depraved sl*t, she thought with a giggle.

They had just had a cup of coffee, brought to their rooms and were still waiting for O’Grady to join them. He had not returned from his early morning bout of boxing.

Bianca had apparently displeased St Just by climbing onto his lap and...