She hadn’t even seen the other woman’s face—squeezing through the crowded ballroom, someone brushed behind her, and then… that voice. Whispered in her ear, five simple words. She’d turned to look, caught just a glimpse of red satin, blonde hair, a pale elegant shoulder disappearing into the crowd…
Those words… that voice. She couldn’t get it out of her head. She’d had to slip away, out into the corridor, as fast as she could walk without the sound of her heels on the polished floor attracting attention. It had taken all her strength to get this far, only to slump helpless against the pillar. She knew what came next, as her legs trembled, as her head swam, as she heard the slow, deliberate steps approaching.
She knew she couldn’t resist.
You belong on your knees.