Vanessa was all that Mel could think about. Vanessa’s hips, swaying in her tight, silky dress. Her voice, like velvet, in Mel’s ear. Her eyes, that seemed to see into the depths of Mel’s being, while revealing nothing of what lay behind Vanessa’s own. And Vanessa’s words. Surrender. It wasn’t hard to figure out what she meant. Her dominant personality. The riding crop. Her talk of giving up control. It all pointed to one thing.
