She is on her knees.
The room is hushed. Completely still. From somewhere distant there is the sound of a dog barking. Just twice. And further still, the faint peal of church bells.
He sits in an armchair. He is wearing dark blue suit trousers, a striped blue and white cotton shirt, and a deep-red silk tie. His handmade black shoes are polished and shiny.
She is naked.
Except for a leather collar buckled around her elegant throat.
His eyes roam slowly over her body, She can almost feel them as they survey and caress her skin. Contemplating every inch of her. They finally make their way to her face, studying her mouth, her chin, her cheekbones.
Their eyes meet. The electricity crackles across the room.
She waits for instruction.
He says one word.
Her eyelids close for a second. She breathes deeply. Then they open and she returns his gaze.
She moves a hand out from behind her back and up to her neck. Her fingers begin to follow the reverse path his eyes have taken. They lightly slip over her shoulders and down to her breasts. They circle her urgent nipples and her breathing quickens.
They trail over her belly.
She slides her hand between her parted thighs.
She gasps at her own touch.
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