“I’d nearly given up hope that you would arrive, I am certainly glad you finally found your way.”

Lorelai shook her head, fighting the lavender haze in her mind and the soft, expectant tension coursing through her body.

The man’s voice continued, his excitement evident but tempered by years of practicing the art of patience. “Yes, certainly glad. It’s been ages since we have had a luscious one in his bed.” The voice fell silent, then came back, this time framed by memories, “All the girls before—back before—never mind. You are here now, things will be different.”

The world began to present itself more clearly, twin posts came into focus.

She blinked, ignoring the voice, staring through the dim light and willing herself to focus.

Solid bedposts.

A wide, dark wooden door, standing open.

A fireplace, flames hungrily licking cords of wood.

Soft, sheets beneath her flushed skin, a heavy down comforter pressed against her, caressing her skin. And a sweet languid sensation running from her spine into her limbs.

“Would you like more tea, dear?”

“Tea?” Her voice was soft, husky, warm, like the sweet gentle heat that seemed to be everywhere inside her.

“Yes,” he encouraged, “you took quite well to the cup you drank upon your arrival.”

Images tumbled in, pictures drifting into place. The last one was of herself, covered with snow and chilled from bitter winter wind, accepting hot tea as she inquired after her friend Katherine.

“What hap—”

“No need to be upset with yourself. Many girls are skittish when they first arrive. I saw the anxiety in your eyes, that’s why I administered the tea.”

Still bleary, she rose up onto her elbows and the cover fell from her shoulders exposing her bare breasts. She blinked, fighting the liquid softness in her veins, trying to make sense of her situation.

“Do not worry though, Miss,” he said, “soon enough the Master will have you strutting about with your shoulders thrust back, showing off those gorgeous breasts and swaying that generous bottom. Your sexual power and confid—”