My hands started to tremble as I gazed at him under my eyelashes, I know I'm in deep shit and my punishment is going to be severe. "Strip," his voice is a barely whisper but I heard it clearly. I started pushing my nigh gown sleeve strap as he observed my every move sitting on the high sofa, sipping his whiskey. My silk nightgown which I've been wearing slid down making me stand bare in front of him. The cold air in the room hit my skin making my tits harden. His eyes drank every inch of my skin slowly. I can already feel the excitement down there, my body automatically reacts to him. "On bed, open your legs." I did whatever he said even though I feel too shy to sit like as he watches my wet pussy. "Rub yourself." My eyes widen slightly as I never rubbed myself, it's new to me.

Alison Monroe doesn't trust easily. Especially sense what happened a year ago. She is kind and friendly, but she keeps her personal life to herself. She keeps her shields up. When she moves to London at the begging of her friend, Holly, she has a chance meeting with Tom Hiddleston. What happens when, for the second time in her life, she wants to drop her shields. Will she allow herself to be true? Or will she remain guarded, distant from the people that care about her most?