He had been waiting all week for this. His nose skimmed the flesh of her spin, inhaling her scent. No one smelled like she did.
His hands gently moved down her sides, worshiping her body, showing her how much he’d missed her.
She stood still, allowing him his exploration. It was one more thing that he loved about her.
Slowly he moved lower until he’d reached her ankles. His hand fell gracefully to the floor as she began to turn, looking down at him. “It’s good to be home,” she said.
Yes. It was good to have his Mistress home.