“Do you think of me when you shower, poppet? Do you imagine me naked just inches away from you?”

Her deep-throated groan answered his question and he smiled to himself.

“Use your words, poppet,”

“Yes… Sir.” Her breathing was ragged now and he kissed her neck, sucking the skin a little, wanting to mark her, wanting her to see his mark on her when she looked in the mirror tomorrow.

“Do you touch yourself in the shower when you’re thinking of me?” he ...