Proserpina

I felt him lifting me up, carrying me gently to the washroom; he held me as we stood under the shower, the warm water running over our bodies as we fused our mouths to each other, hungrily.

He grunted, his erection pressing into my belly again as he said against my mouth.

“I am always the Boss. Your Master. Remember that, my little slave.’

I whispered mindlessly, exhausted but happy,

‘If you say so, Master.’

With a snarl, he lifted my ...