The master bedroom was bathed in the amber glow of dimmed lamps. The scent of vanilla and expensive oils filled the air. Beatrix lay across the center of the massive king-sized bed, wearing nothing but a pair of sheer black stockings and a lace mask that covered the upper half of her face.
Julian was already there, kneeling beside her, his hands roaming over her hips. They were in the middle of a slow, agonizing build-up, their breaths hitching in the quiet room.
"*Mmm...* Julian, please," she moaned, arching her back.
"*Sshh,*" Julian whispered, his lips grazing her stomach. "*I want you begging for it. I want you so desperate that you forget who you are.*"
Suddenly, the bedroom door creaked open.
Both of them froze. Arthur stood in the doorway, silhouetted by the hall light. He was
