Million thanks to my wonderful beta krazyredhead0317 for a quick edit.
Prompt: master's touch
Her Master's Touch
There is no sound, no light, no movement – only she and a hard, wooden chair, to which she is bound. Darkness cocoons her, but she is not afraid. She trusts the darkness, just as she trusts her dark master, and she needs it, just as she needs him.
Anticipation is killing her; adrenalin moves through her veins, and her heart thumps wildly in her temples. She tries to relax as much as the knots allow her. It doesn't work. She's wet and eager and ready for her master's touch.
But she's being a good girl and waits.
Soon… very soon…