Bianca kissed her Master, loving the way his warm arms went around her.

“Naughty girl,” growled St Just hoarsely, “I need to punish you, I think.”

She dimpled excitedly, her eyes dancing in mischief.

She loved it when she had worked St Just into a state where he felt he had to administer punishment.

She was really becoming a depraved slt, she thought with a giggle.

They had just had a cup of coffee, brought to their rooms and were still waiting for ...