by P Nelson
“Yes, Master Eric.” Elizabeth felt calm as the end of the conversation neared. She had gotten a meeting out of Eric Danvers at the very least without doing anything to ruin it. “I look forward to meeting you.”
“I look forward to meeting you too, sweet girl. Now get some rest, you might not have much time to sleep after tomorrow night,” Eric commented before he hung up.
We might not have much time to sleep because we would be up all night fucking. He would be torturing her into submission. Just the thought filled Elizabeth with lust, and she thought of her toys hidden in her bedside table. Was it better to masturbate tonight and be on an even level emotionally when she met Eric tomorrow? Or should she hold off and save up all her pent-up lust for him?
Elizabeth pushed her salad plate away from her and stood up. She wasn’t hungry for food now, anyway. She wanted to meet Master Eric, and more than anything she wanted him to live up to the promises he made on the phone. Elizabeth walked the short distance from the small kitchen to her bedroom without flicking on the lights. No need to turn them on for what she had in mind.
