"Your master is home." Paul walked into the bedroom and immediately started undressing himself. There was no exhaustion in his eyes even after a long day at the office, instead, they were looking rejuvenated.
"And your slave has been waiting." She never allowed him to call her that. But now, the connotation did not seem offensive anymore. Now she wanted her to be owned by him completely and utterly. She had already given her to him in every way.
He stopped when he was in the center of the room, and his hands were removing his jacket. He heard what she just said and repeated her words in his brain.
"Did my slave miss me?" His jacket fell to the floor before he unbuttoned his shirt.
"So so much." A seductive smile appeared on Regina's face.
