Her Master

That night

She had been annoyed at having been peremptorily dragged from a delicious meal at the elite restaurant because her lover was growing jealous of the looks she was getting.

Turning to him, dimpling mischievously her curvaceous body visible through the near-transparent night shirt, she had shaken her head firmly.

“No, I want to look at the moon.’ she declared impishly and tilted her chin obstinately, turning her back on him deliberately, goading him although she knew he was aroused.

He had said, in a harsher tone,

“Woman, get here or I shall f*ck the sh*t out of you, on the balcony.’

She had erupted in giggles, clearly disbelieving.

Feeling as though she was challenging him with her firm refusal to obey him, he had walked out on to the balcony, naked, his c*ck prominently erect and stiff. She needed to be taught a lesson.

When he approached her and kissed her hungrily, she had melted in his arms, thinking that as always, they would return to the bedroom behind him. But he had