But my gaze is drawn to the one thing that’s different – a Saint Andrew’s cross standing tall on the far side of the room. -Master.”
As I read the message, the screen suddenly changes, and a countdown timer appears, displaying the remaining time in bold, red numbers: 09:59. I can feel the tension already building up inside me. I wake with a start, my heart racing as I sit up in bed. He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth as his hands roamed my body. He reaches out with his free hand and gently takes one of my nipples between his thumb and index finger, rolling it gently back and forth. I rub my eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep, and swing my legs over the side of the bed.
