Mistress To Wife

“I will teach you everything, Amelia. You will enjoy it.” – He whispered, as he ran his rough, calloused hands across the nape of my neck, winding his thick fingers around my hair, pulling me towards him. I felt his hands glide slowly along my bottom, gently caressing the soft spot that my wanton exploration of my own womanhood had only discovered minutes ago. For the second time, a wave of lustful satisfaction washed over me, this time at the hand of my owner. He spurned contradictions of emotions I'd never known could exist in tandem within the bosom of my longing.