Chapter 48

After long moments, the layers of silk, gauze and lace encasing me are pulled back and I emerge from my dim white tent, blinking a little in the sudden explosion of light. My Master eases me upright, turns me to face him, lifts me and carries me through to the bedroom, where he deposits me gently on the bed.

As he unknots his tie, stripping off his shirt, he smiles down at me. "Don't worry. I wasn't about to ravish you again just yet."

"Of course not, Master. We'll give it five minutes or so shall we?"

He chuckles as he lies down next to me, his head cradled in the crook of my neck. "Of course, yes. Foolish of me. Five minutes."

His arms lock loosely around me. "I Love You, Elizabeth Haswell."

"And I Love You too, Master."

*****

"So where are we going?" I am excited. My Master, my new husband, has kept me in the dark as to where we will spend our honeymoon.

"You'll see." He sounds, and looks, smug, refusing to say another word on the subject. But, besides smug, he looks