TWENTY NINE – HIS EVERY COMMAND

MIRA

I stay in the master bedroom until the door slides open a short moment later. Mason comes into the room with a box-bearing, petite, younger lady in tow.

"This is Pixie. She's a professional masseuse. I hired her to give you daily massages. It helps with the pain." He says determinedly, in a tone that undoubtedly tells me he is not to be argued with.

Pixie turns out to be a very lovely, lively young lady. I like her already.

I look uncertainly at Mason when the time comes to strip for the massage and he still stands in the room, his shoulder against one of the walls, his eyes focused entirely on me.

"Uh…won't you excuse us?"

"No." He says simply.

A blush covers my cheeks as I remove my only article of clothing, the robe.

This man has seen and touched almost every inch of my body, but I suddenly feel too self conscious to stand nude before him once again.

His eyes burn into me, raking my naked body with scalding heat. He has absolutely no regard for the wide eyed masseuse in the