Chapter 105: The Father's Betrayal, Part 17, Christmas Morning

RICHARD

How to do this?

I dress: dark trousers, shirt, tie.... But not the clothes I plan to wear to go out in.

Elizabeth is showering and doesn't hear me enter. Her eyes are closed as she washes, her face raised as she rinses under the jets. Water runs in rivulets through the long locks of her hair, making it much darker than when she woke. Foam courses over her shoulders, streams between her breasts and over her belly.

My shaft twitches.

No reason not to have some fun....

Ratchet her along in the right direction....

I shift, deliberately making a little noise, and her eyes open. She startles then looks sheepish. "Sorry, Master. I didn't know you were there."

She still stands under the jetting shower. "I could see that," I say, drawing closer. Her eyes widen.

"I'm feeling nostalgic," I say, "for the chambermaid who decided to use my bathroom." Moving deliberately slowly, I unravel the knot of my tie, tug it free then pull it taut between my fists.