Your big hands feel so good on the side of my head and running down my legs and your lips bring me to ecstasy, long before you enter me, but I am not ...ere for comfort or satisfaction. No, I am doing the unthinkable in our relationship, seducing you instead of you, me.I stand before you and offer you my hand. You take it, rising to come with me. I can feel in your fingertips your urge to pull me back to you. I would be powerless to resist if you did so, but you let me lead you. I do not. Breasts held and made all the more proud by the golden-net brassiere support. The constant motif of my Mistress was gold; in many of her garments, her accoutrements, her jewellery, the decor both inanimate and human which surrounded her. Even the handles of the switches and whips she employed were of gold, or decorated with it. She was the only woman permitted to employ gold in this fashion. It symbolised her supreme position. With the familiar and natural nervousness I felt whenever in her. .. well..." Paul, take all the time off you want. You deserve it. All I ask it that we get some sort of replacement for Sylvie before the two of you disappear. God knows I'll never find another Sylvie ... but help me look."Sylvie had just walked into the office and heard the end of Richard's request. "Help you look for what? What's going on here?" Honey, Richard knows all about us. He said that the whole office knew we were meant for each other ... they were just waiting for us to figure it. "Just fucking give her the ring."He flattened his palm against his chest. "No. Because, I'm not ready and no one is going to force me to do some shit I don't want to do yet." Then why the fuck did you buy it over two years ago?" I was getting used to the idea. I mean eventually I want to do the whole thing, but not this fucking minute. I mean--"Dude, it's just us and believe me; I understand how you feel. So stop with the sweating bullets and stuttering, Logan laughed.***Chapter SevenAfter that.