My heart pounded as I slid down from Arthur's lap, my knees brushing the carpet as I settled between his legs. The heat in my body was overwhelming, a fire kindled by my desperate need to please him, to show him the depth of my devotion. My violet, flower-shaped eyes flicked up to meet his azure ones, and the way he looked at me—tender, hungry, trusting—made my chest tighten with love. I wanted to give him everything, to worship him in a way that left no doubt of my loyalty, my desire.
I'd never done this before. The thought sent a nervous flutter through me, my inexperience a quiet weight in my mind. But this was Arthur, my Master, the man I'd chosen to serve and love with every fiber of my being. I wanted to try, to make him feel as cherished as he made me feel. My hands rested on his thighs, fingers trembling slightly as I leaned forward, my violet hair spilling over my shoulders like a curtain.
