Yes, Miss

Prologue

Present Day

The lights are dim now, and the audience have fallen silent, their eyes fixed on me. Down on my knees, hands tied behind my back, my naked cock is on display, clear for everyone to see how turned on I am.

My bare chest heaves with shuddering breaths.

She is a goddess on the stage. She knows exactly how to draw the audience in with our scene.

The audience’s voices hush to a whisper, drinks sitting beside them untouched.

One gentleman sits leaning forward, his forearms on his knees, captivated by her presence.

Even though dozens of people surround us, watching our every move, there’s an undeniably intimate feel.

Just the two of us, as it always is and always will be, together through everything.

I had almost lost this, her, our future, and there is nothing that will ever come between us again.

She walks around me slowly, her fingers brushing delicately along my skin, leaving shivers of anticipation in

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her wake. She stands in front of me, her heels and stockings filling my view as I keep my head bowed, like I have been trained.

The sheer nylon and her soft skin make me desperate to kiss my way up her legs, to hear her moans as I please her.

Her fingers delicately trace my jawline as I tilt my head up to look at her.

Her black, velvet, corseted curves gleam under the stage lights. Her breasts generously fill her cups and make her luscious body even more defined.

She gazes down at me with her deep blue eyes that sparkle with mischief, making my heart and cock leap. I would do anything for Isabelle. I know this deep in my bones. I am hers, and she is mine.

The belt she holds in her hand unravels as she runs it through her fingers.

“Tell me, darling, do you want this belt? Want me to show my love for you?” She trails her fingers across my scalp, gripping my hair and tugging my head back, making me arch my spine. As she leans down, her breath feathers across my cheek, her lips mere inches from my face.

“Do you want me to make you cry out in pain and pleasure? To make you come like the dirty little man-whore you are?” she croons, knowing full well the answer is a resounding yes. And it will be until the day I die.

Alexandra Ravensbrook

Three Years Earlier