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Figging Fiona


Kara Black


Copyright 2013© Kara Black

Smashwords Edition


All character in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.



I tiptoed up the stone steps while holding my strappy heels. I wasn't sure why I was trying to stay quiet though. I had no doubt Master was up waiting for me. My stomach churned with guilt when I thought of the stunt I pulled. It started out as a lunch with an old friend. Lunch turned into drinks. Before I knew it, night had fallen. Now I was barefoot at nearly nine o’clock and sneaking around my residence like a cat burglar.

How could I do this to Master? He rescued me from myself and had been exhaustedly teaching me to be his obedient girl. I hung my head in shame as I slipped through the oak door. I spotted him immediately. He was sitting in his large leather recliner facing the fireplace like he always did when he was upset. The fire filled the room with warm orange hues. As I stepped closer, I wasn't sure if my embarrassment was warming my skin, or if it was the crackling logs in front of me.

He stroked his chiseled jaw line while his ice blue stare cut into me. “Maybe this was a mistake.”

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