The Chair

[JohnBlack]

The book closed with a soft 'thump' that only the kind of book made a long time ago can sound like. The Master relaxed back into his old leather chair, and it creaked with the same resonance as the book had done. He laid the book on the small wooden table next to him, and thoughtfully, he reached for his pipe. It was still hot from earlier, yet a quick flame from Masters favorite silver lighter, and it was smoking like an old-time western film.

Master puffed thoughtfully on his pipe as he laid his other hand on the hair of a woman's head. She had red hair, and it seemed to shine even brighter as it passed through his fingers. The dying light of a fire still smoldering in the hearth cast dancing shadows across her face, it was easy to see that she was asleep. Her face was relaxed, and there was almost a whisper of a smile coming from her rosy pink lips. He watched her for a moment, feeling the breath enter and retreat from her lips. Timing the rise and fall of her chest and shoulders with his own. He then reached down, placing his fingers underneath her chin, and lifted her face towards his. Her eyes fluttered open, taking in as much of her waking moment as she could before relaxing into the presence of her Master, as well as the shivers coming from her lips as they met his. Her eyes glistened with admiration, clutching to his chest and pressing her bare body to his. She could feel the comforting fabric of his evening attire. The friction of his vest against her *** skin was enough to arouse something inside her she had never understood yet had come to accept.

[Ba****]

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