Chapter SEVEN

The dream started slowly at first, his eyes were the first thing I saw as soon as I slipped off into deep sleep. His eyes were hard as he gazed at me, laying there and completely vulnerable to his touch. I parted my lips slowly, my eyes trailed down his treasure trail. Giving me a good view of his body. His shirt was unbuttoned and his pants zipped as he drank his scotch. He was watching me, like prey in the dark. It excited me and terrified me at the same time. His cold eyes were alive with passion for me. "What did I tell you, kitten?" He asked me. I opened my lips to answer but no sound came out, I was tongue-tied like a freaking teenager. "You know I expect answers to all my questions?" He asked, barely lifting a finger to my face when I shuddered. The control the man had over me was overwhelming and frustrating, my body reacted to his very touch like I was a hormonal teenager. "Yes master," I answered. His smile broadened, it only enhanced his cold features making him appear scary