His instincts find her.
In truth, she was already there.
She’d burned at the edge of his vision for many months, but he had not sensed the submissive within.
She sheds her clothes for him as if the ache that urges her to serve him cannot be contained by the garments touching her skin.
He discovers, beyond expectations, a rare, handsome, classically beautiful woman with a glorious body. She is elegant, tall, proud, statuesque yet slender, toned, superbly sculpted, and exquisitely shaped. Her breasts are perfect with dark, urgent nipples that he can almost feel beneath his fingers.
At her throat the brave, studded collar gleams.
Her hair is long, wild and lustrous and her eyes are achingly blue. Her mouth is heaven and sin.
He smiles and calls her his slave.
And a goddess.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Art by Danielle Smith