Fiction: A Fictional Narrative

“I have a surprise for you,” he whispered, his warm breath sending small zaps of pleasure down her spine.

[Q3] moved away from her and went to sit in the leather chair that adorned a nearby corner. Other than where she stood the rest of the room was covered in shadows and he all but disappeared as he leaned into the chair.

“[Q19], what’s going on?” she indicated the dress and other items on the bed.

“I don’t want you to speak, [Q1]. I just want you to do as I instruct,” his voice was deep, a tad husky even. “Trust me, [Q18].”

She wanted to see his face and started in his direction to turn on the lamp next to the bed.

“Stop,” his voice was hard and brooked no challenge. She froze in place.

“All I want you to do is dress for me, [Q18],” his voice was deep and hard yet cajoling as well. Her pussy clenched and again, gooseflesh erupted along her body. Something was definitely different. “I want you to do as I tell you to do... exactly as I tell you to do without deviation.” He paused briefly. “Can you do that for me? Will you trust me?”

Despite herself, she found she couldn’t help herself as she looked over into the shadows and said, “What if I