27: His naughty drawer

*Cassidy*

When the car stops outside Byron's house, he jumps out of the car and comes to open my door. I get out and he looks at me pleadingly. "May I be allowed to hold your arm ?"

"When you ask so politely ... then yes Byron". I can't help but smile. Right about now I am pretty sure he would do just about anything I ask of him.

I hadn't planned for it to go like this ... actually I had expected pretty much the opposite scenario. I don't know what got into me, but right now I am enjoying the power.

He gently takes my arm in his and walks me toward the house. I can't wait for us to be alone ... this is bound to be enjoyable.

Byron unlocks the door and I slowly walk inside. He closes and locks the door behind us, then I feel his arm snaking around my waist ... tightening ... oh no, he isn't going to get the control back ... not yet.

I turn to look at him, his eyes almost black with desire and he looks about ready to jump me right here and now. "Remember Byron ... I am in charge a