Commitment

"Freer than many in this world, I dare." Torg looked deeply at her. "We will learn these arts together, because I'm certain that a partner is required, and I am equal to this task."

Margaret's breath came in shallow gasps, her chest heaving as his intense gaze pinned her to the spot. "Together..." she echoed, the word tasting like sweet poison on her tongue. *To be his student, his partner in this glorious transgression...*

Her trembling hand moved from his sleeve to the laces of her bodice, undoing them with clumsy, eager fingers. "Then let the lesson commence, my lord," she whimpered, her voice thick with mounting lust. "Show me how a Ganika commands the senses, and I shall surrender my innocence to learn the way."

With a final tug, her blouse fell open, baring her heavy, pale breasts to the moonlight, her nipples already hardening into tight peaks of anticipation.