He stepped into the darkened room and closed the door. She waited.
The light came on, pale but nonetheless there, and she could hear the click of his boots on the concrete floor as he approached.
She sat in the corner, naked and bound hand and foot, her back turned to him and her mouth filled with a ball gag.
"Hello, pet," he growled, and her heart began to pound. Just the sound of his voice was enough to make her wet.
He stopped and crouched behind her. "Miss me?" he asked, his voice low and sarcastic.
She nodded. She knew any noise while the gag was in was strictly prohibited.
Slowly he unfastened the gag and removed it from her mouth. "Turn around."
She obeyed. Her green eyes looked into his deep brown ones. He smiled. "Good girl."
He unfastened her wrist cuffs, and then her ankles. She rubbed the welts that had appeared on her wrists.
"Too tight?" he asked mockingly.
"Perhaps a little," she answered truthfully.
"Well now, I had to make sure you didn't try to escape, didn't I?" Her eyes widened in horror.
"Master, I would never even think of escaping!"
He laughed. "Of course. My willing captive. Stand up."
Shakily, she rose. She had been bound in the corner of the dark dungeon for two hours. "Master?"
"Yes, pet?"
"Have the guests left?"
"Of course they have. I wouldn't be here if they hadn't. What a stupid question," he chastised her.