She stops him going any further. She wants to take it slow. He rmoves his hand from her thigh knowing she wants to wait. His mouth leaves her ears and...starts kissing her neck again. This time he is working his way around to her throat. Not stopping there he shifts his body so he can get to her breasts. Her eyes close and she takes a deep breath as his lips get to her naked breasts. Sliding his tongue up one and running it across the nipple she know this is going to be different. His tongue. I won't tell you that probability. Better that you believe we could, as humanity, come together in a rational dialogue than know the probability of it actually happening. Better to believe I took something away than gave a gift.I'm not exactly sure why I'm explaining myself. It's a risk you see, an incredibly small one but a risk nevertheless. Maybe it's from being wound so tight for so long that 'cutting loose' is necessary and imperative. It's human to seek understanding. It's human to seek. This was another part of her punishment. Zayne explained that it is a house rule, a means to make the pet feel the full effects of a punishment. She thought it stupid, and useless, at first. Being away from your master couldn’t be a big deal—maybe after a lot of time has passed—certainly. But halfway through the night, Page found herself wishing Zayne was there with her. She felt emptiness within her, and jealously. To make the situation worse, a pet’s master is supposed to give his time to. I grabbed my bag and walked with Mark, the game left unfinished on the table.Up a much more stately staircase than I ascended most nights, Kyra stopped outside a door and ushered me in.It is amazing how people who know the way will defer to someone who has no idea. Is it just so the stranger isn't left behind or so they can't plunge a knife in from behind? At least I had nowhere to go but an en suite and a walk in robe when I actually entered Kyra's bedroom.This time the door was closed and.