The room was bathed in the warm glow of the sun's rays as you stood with your back turned. Her fingers gently trailed over every accessible part of you. Perfect, she thought, unable to believe how easily you fell into her hands—how naive you could be.

Everything was falling into place, or even if it wasn't, at least she had you. You were so willing, so easy; a few touches here and there, a few words, and you were a goner. You were all hers.

Her fingers traced over your spine, and the goosebumps forming on your skin were adorable. Her eyes roamed over your form like a predator. As you began to stir, she stopped touching you, pulling herself from the bed and putting on her robe.

"Good morning," her voice was sweet like honey, a small smile on her face. "Did you sleep well?"