CHAPTER 2

Master. The deep, gravelly voice at her ear relaxed her instantly, and suddenly instead of tensing and pulling away, Cynthia let herself fall back, the relief of a warm, broad chest against her spine reassuring her in every possible way. ‘Did you miss me, baby? Or were you too busy being eye-fucked by every man on this train?’ She tried to turn, but his hand clamped down on her thigh, the other one coming up to squeeze her waist. ‘Uh-uh,’ he chastised her. ‘You keep those pretty eyes facing forward while I touch you.’ Melting at his command, she felt her vision glaze over, another wet rush of warmth flooding her pussy as the hand on her thigh dragged higher up, lifting her skirt. Her master’s body behind her and the half-wall in front of her blocked what was happening from the other passengers’ view, but she felt like they had to know. Wasn’t it obvious from the way she panted? From the way her eyes were glazed and her cheeks flushed? If it was, she didn’t have much time to contemplate