... dreadful punishment.
No blow came and no reprimand. All he heard was her uneven gasps for breath. Slowly, he dared to look up and saw her face. His eyes widened as he recognized the undisguised lust in her green eyes. His eyes wandered down seeing her breasts heave with each labored breath. He swallowed again as his eyes traveled further down and he saw why she had originally had her hands crossed in front of her. The front of her form fitting robe was visibly damp.
"You thought of ... me?" she asked him. Her voice never rose above a husky whisper. He squeezed his eyes shut in shame before nodding. "So that is what you want?" she pressed. "You wish to dominate me?"
His eyes flew open and he stammered bowing low before her. "No, Mistress Valitha!" he said. "I wouldn't dare defile you in such a way!"
She didn't say a word. Only her breathing, those panting gasps for breath, was all he heard. Tentatively, he leaned forward and kissed one of her bare feet. She gasped but did not move away. Noting this, Turrek kissed her more and even ran his tongue softly across her toes. She sighed and when he lifted his eyes, he saw her face a serene mask of pleasure. He went back to worshiping her delicate feet.
After a few kisses and swipes of his tongue, Turrek felt something soft fall around him. He opened his eyes wide as he saw it wa...