Waves of euphoria

He pulled free of my mouth, panting as I looked up at him. He didn't utter a word as he stared down at me. His eyes had dimmed a bit. It wasn't as golden as it was when he stepped into the room with me. Though it hadn't returned to the normal blue, it seemed his anger had abated a little.

“Turn around,” he growled, startling me from my thoughts and pulling my gaze back at him.

I didn't hesitate to move around until I was on my knees at the end of the bed. I was already giddy, knowing whatever he had planned was something I would enjoy. I couldn't help but wonder if he would use any of his toys on me. Oddly enough, I had missed those days when they would ask me to walk in and get ready for them.

Not for the first time, I mourned my fate. If only I hadn't gotten pregnant when I did, it would have been different. I would have —

My heart raced when I heard something behind me, but I didn't turn. Even when the door opened and closed, I didn't. I knew he wouldn't abandon me kneeling the