CS Steampunk AU – The CockMaster, part III.
“I demand to see your master,” the words, spoken like a command, traveled through the front of his shop and reached him in his private study. Her voice was unmistakable, and carried the instant effect of making him hard, his cock twitching at the memory of that same voice encouraging him to take his pleasure.
Like a moth drawn to the flame, he went to find her. She was a vision in a black dress and laced gloves with tiny black ribbons and he ached to disrobe her and taker against every available surface.
It All Starts With a Dance 