“I want you to trace every place my fingers have been.”
“…with my hands, Master?” she asked.
“Yes.”
There have been few scenes as erotic as watching her press shaking hands along the inside her thighs, her breath ragged, her entire body trembling. I watched her replay where my touch had been. Breasts, hips, throat.
If I hadn’t traveled that path just moments earlier, I’d have been as envious as I was hungry.