Forbidden

 

 

 

 

I lay still, encased in the worm cocoon created by heated sheets. My eyes are closed and the door creaks open.

He is coming.

His steps are soft on the padded carpet, as soothing ocean waves crest over my mind. Heaven and Hell.

He sits on a low stool behind my head, and his breath eases across my ear as his deep, heavy, voice whispers, "Let's begin."

His timber sings to me. Mesmerizes me. Holds me captive. Awaiting his every command.

Large hands massage my head, making me tingle. Easing me...