She stands, naked looking at the floor, a deep creeping blush rolling along her warm sun kissed skin. Her mind had often traveled to these times as he circled her an ran his eyes along her body. Even as her appraised her silently he was pleasantly shocked at the near flawless silken membrane of her flash. Not too short of skinny; not too dark nor light; not shaven, but trimmed neatly.
His hand raises to run down along the shallow valley in the center of her back, but stops, using the crop instead. She’s tense before the lashes roll along her, lapping her, like so many small sued tongues. A moan threatens to pass her lips, but fails, he’s warned her not to make a sound. After the bath she’ given him, he decided to reward her. As long as she stayed silent. His hands stroke along the drawn muscles of her frame, she shudders, so near to madness that it plies at her as he leans in and his cock twitches against the back of her thigh she nearly faints. Yet, she does not move nor utter a sound and he smiles…she is a treasure indeed.
His left hand comes from her hip to glide warm oiled finger tips along her ribs, to tug at her nipple, then to fully cup her breast consuming it really in his massive hand. He speaks, his voice this and shuddering betraying his own desire as he asks her passing questions. Her eyes, dark and glistening stay locked to the floor when she answers her voice only a whispered “Yes M’Lord” or “Only if it please you Master”.