ART OF SEDUCTION
A leash dangles from one hand, its collar sparkling with silver.
He kneels down beside me, his dark eyes boring into mine, and speaks in a low, commanding voice. “Bella, look at me.” I comply, my gaze flicking up to meet his. “Do you remember what rule number one is?”
I swallow hard, my mouth dry. “Yes, Master.”
He smiles, a predatory expression that sends a shiver down my spine. “And do you understand it?”
I nod, feeling my cheeks flush with shame and arousal. “Yes, Master. I will serve, obey, and please you.”