This was the scene she saw in her mind. What he needed--or at least wanted. Submission.

Stepping around the chair, she stood before him. Dropping the sheet she had used to wrap around herself, she stood before him, naked, listening to his sharp inhalation of breath.

Then, she lay at his feet, just as she saw in his mind.

"No," he whispered, but she knew this was what he wanted. Her to come to him willingly. To accept him as he was.

Autore: Charlotte Featherstone