What does a Domme do on a lazy weekend afternoon after a luxurious bath?
Silently, he brought in a small tray with a china cup perched gingerly on it, and even though his naked skin felt warm in the heated room, he felt a slight chill when he saw her. She was half-reclining, half-sitting on the couch, absent-mindedly looking over a magazine. He knew that robe and what it meant. The fact that the top sort of fell open, revealing more of her breast than she may have intended to show him, wasn’t wasted on his hungry eyes.