Chapter 42

He pulled the toy free and wrapped it in a cloth that sat in the drawer and untied me. My heart melted as he took a moment to make sure my wrist and ankles were alright. That was the one thing I had been learning was a major difference between a Dom, and a Master. Most Doms who were not serious about BDSM didn't really care much about what happened afterward and they left their subs to care for themselves. A true Master always cared about how his sub was feeling even if it was just being tired and wanting to rest.

"That was amazing, little sub. Now I want you to go bend over the couch arm, I need to be inside you as soon as possible," he said giving me a gentle kiss and a push in that direction.

I hurried over and bent over the couch, thrilled that his need for me was so great. I couldn't wait for him to be inside me and to know he wanted to be there just as desperately heightened my arousal as well.

He was just unzipping his pants when his phone rang. With a sound of frustration, h