The Good Pet

Her knees knocked as she stumbled across the bare, hardwood floor. With a steadying breath, she focused on her toes and inched toward the shadow in the corner. Even though the sun peeked through open curtains, his presence cast the room in a faint darkness.  “There is fine enough.” His baritone, the harshness of the command – it only caused her knees to tremble more. She froze, her eyes glued to the hardwood. “Are you scared?” His question caught her off guard and her head jerked a bit before she remembered…

Beautiful Platter

“Don’t move.” His voice is low but firm. I freeze. Every muscle in my naked body stiffens as he places the finishes touches on his “masterpiece.” Hard walnut and mahogany press against my spine, but I don’t move a muscle while he carefully arranges sashimi on the seaweed elaborately draped over my breasts. I remain frozen on a gaudy Francesco Molon dining room table, except for my dilated pupils, which move over his face. Dark, slanted eyes. Thick, even darker lashes. I wonder what’s going through his mind as he…