I brush her gold luscious locks and dry
them
roughly with the towel. As my fingers
run
through her silk, I get whiffs of
the shampoo
she uses. Rose has always been my
favorite flower.
I carefully pull her fringe back
behind those
dainty ears and twirl the ends of it
between
my pulsing thumb and long index
before setting
them down nicely at the side of her
face.
Her lips still wet from her shower.
“Make sure my hair is neat for my
guest.” Don’t
worry Missy, my hands know how to
make you
glow. I braid her mane into two rows,
intertwining
her threads tightly. A little pain is
interesting. She
may command me, but I hold the
power.
In an hour’s time, she will stand naked
in front
of the banker’s son and he shall see
the glorious
curls I am so familiar with. From
the other room,
I will tear into those blond screams
with
savage hunger. Just one more hour.
