Bianca yawned and stretched like a cat, smiling deliciously to herself as her thoughts returned to the night before. Her Masters had made love to her, no other expression for that. Tender love, and she had revelled in their gentleness.

This morning, long after O’Grady had left, St Just had woken her gently, kissing her nipples as he growled,

“ Wake up, sugar.”

He had kissed her swollen belly with reverence, bringing tears to her eyes, before sliding down to her pusy. ...