(Annabel POV)
It was a Saturday morning. I stood in the shadows a moment, watching Dean prepare for the busy day ahead.
For some reason I was up earlier than usual. A soft smile creased the curve of my lips as I tiptoed up to him, slipping in behind him in a silent surprise as my voice whispered into his ear ... "Good morning, Master."
He must have heard my approach or sensed my presence because suddenly I felt his strong hands grab hold of me and pull me quickly before him, throwing me to the ground upon his furs. His body was suddenly on mine, pressing me into the ground and the softness of his furs as he kissed me soundly, and the rumble of his voice surprising me almost as much as the kiss. "Morning girl," he replied with a grin.
My reflexive gasp at being grabbed unexpectedly was
