The Dominion of Longing
Prologue: New Limits, Dark Shadows.
It was raining again and the windshield was fogged. For a second you wondered aloud why you’d agreed to drive to his house so late at night…but the subtle tingle that crept along your nervous system was all the answer you really needed. When he touched you it was electric. The feeling of his lips and fingers gliding across your skin was intoxicating and addicting. You couldn’t say no to him and didn’t want to anyway.
His last text had been quite specific and yet somehow vague. You wondered at it’s meaning, but it clearly wasn’t a suggestion.
“Come straight upstairs. Don’t bother with the lights. Keep your hands empty.”
You pulled into the driveway, the house was dark but for one dim light flickering from the master bedroom. One last look in the mirror and you got out, walking to the door. Your plain sweatshirt and yoga pants concealed a blood red lace plunging bra and thong panties, already soaked with anticipation.