Beginnings
“Come here.” His voice, low and silky, sends a shiver of apprehension coursing through her body and she begins to approach him cautiously. He remains motionless, watching her with no expression on his face, but she knows from experience not to be fooled by his calm demeanour. He had been disappointed in her behaviour earlier and even as she moves closer, a small part of her is crying out to flee before it’s too late. Held captive by his gaze, she moves forward one slow step at a time until she is nearly touching him. Lowering her eyes to the floor, she hears a soft sigh rise from his throat as his gaze sweeps over her from head to toe. ...