I sat on the sturdy stool, my legs spread just enough to steady myself, chest still heaving from the work she'd just given me. Meredith knelt between my thighs, her short silver hair catching the dim light from the flickering lanterns overhead. Her green eyes flicked up to meet mine, a spark of satisfaction in them as she rose slowly, deliberately, from her knees.
She wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips.
"Milord," she murmured, her voice proper and smooth, laced with that undercurrent of devotion she seemed so eager to convey. "Your pleasure is my duty, and I savor every moment of it. Please, allow me to take your cock."
