Beauty & the Beast
The air was cold on my breasts, and my nipples tingled, hard points. Staring into the darkness of the velvet hood, I tried not to shiver. I could hear the man pacing around me, inches away, moving so quietly, and yet there was a impression of size, of danger about him despite the silence with which he moved. I was acutely aware of my nakedness. �What do you think?� asked the precise tenor of my stepson. The bastard. ...