Mistress by Savannah Chase

Copyright 2012 Savannah Chase

All eyes were on Mistress as she made her way through the club in my direction. She paid no attention to anyone around her.

She’d set her sights on me. Her eyes filled with fire and need.

With every step of her long luscious legs, her hips swayed seductively, knocking men off their bar stools as they stared. Her presence radiated power, control,demanded attention, and obedience. Fantasizing, as they tried to hide the visible bulge in their pants.

Looking at her Mistress, her heart skipped a beat. They could all look, but not one would ever touch. She was the one who’d won her heart.

When she stopped in front of me, she lingered for a moment. Her full pouty crimson red lips brushed against mine sending fire through me. I wanted to reach out and touch her but I held back and hooked my finger into the back of my dress.

“You’ve been a good girl tonight,” she said and captured my lips.

Parting my lips I welcomed her inside me. Her tongue swiped against mine. Our breaths colliding with need. With insatiable passion.

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