Chapter 173: Natale, Part 11

I wait for him; my Master. My Husband.

I'm not wearing my wedding dress. I did consider that, but it didn't feel right. Instead, under the sheets, I'm wearing white... stockings and panties... satiny and soft, my negligee laces at the front. Not tightly. Not corsetted. But allowing my breasts to swing. To allow my Master to touch me, to cup me through the fabric. And to feel the warmth of my skin.

A slender silver chain hangs around my neck, with a dewdrop in jade which rests in the cleft of my collarbone.

Movement from beyond the door; the creak of footsteps; I sit up, arranging my hair to drape over my shoulders and breasts.

He stands, haloed by the light spilling through. He has something in his hand, but I can't see what. "Charlotte?"

"Master." I hold out my hands, welcoming him.

Wearing his suit and shirt, his polished shoes, he approaches me slowly, almost hesitantly, as though he's nervous...

My Master?

Nervous?