He was even more disappointed when I told him that I had to lose my breast before the cancerous cells spread to the rest of my body.
I was looking towards him for love, support and comfort but he disappeared leaving me just when I needed him most.
I flinched under his gentle touch.
"Does it hurt?" trailing his finger across the rough edges, my stomach clenching linking my fingers together on my lap.
I nodded wildly
"I don't want you to be afarid of me Emily" grabbing my wrist pulling me closer crushing our bodies together, my eyes dropping to his lips.
Oh god I wanted a kiss, he smelled sinfully good.
"You will address me as Master, Master Nickolai or Sir which ever you prefer."
Is this a joke?
I couldn't tell and it scared the hell out of me.
"Later today we will discuss your limits as well as mines over dinner"
Limits
"What should you say little one" his dark pinning me in place, waiting.
"Yes Sir" it was a shot in the dark, I hope it was the right thing to say.
"Excellent I see you catch on quickly. "
Tracing my parched lips with his finger, gasping my hair back sharply. He tugged it back kissing me his lips rather soft. I groan as his tongue push its way pass my lips into my mouth, my hands gripping his shoulders for support, chest to chest.