"Master, are you okay?"
"Not sure. I have a gorgeous blonde in my house dressed to seduce and I think I'm going crazy! She says she is here to grant me three wishes. Not like this happens everyday, you know." He ran splayed fingers through his hair.
"I thank you, Master. I never considered myself ...pretty." She lowered her eyes and his breath caught in his throat. She was so alluring and had no clue as to her own attractiveness.
"Pretty? Hell no, you're a goddess, Jeanine. Anyone ever tell you how much you make a man want to lose himself in your eyes?" He moved toward her.
"No, Master. Never. My previous Masters weren't interested in much beyond my granting their wishes for money and power."
"Fools." He raised a hand to touch a tendril of her hair.
"Thank you," she whispered.
The blush to her cheeks was becoming and made him very aware of her. Her hips flared to ripe fullness, and her breasts strained against the tight cloth that bound them. Soft, supple flesh tempted him without her even trying to capture his attention.
Oh how he could lose himself in the long straight blonde hair that hung down to her waist, the silky strands begging to be stroked by his fingertips. "I can't imagine anyone wishing for anything but to fuck you into oblivion."
TO BE CONTINUED....
