<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Zara had had her share of clients who thought themselves dominant; powerful. But with the Captain, she did not yell or scream, she did not bark out orders. She was quiet, yet commanding and it was what truly pulled Zara into the desire to do her bidding.<br/><br/>Her skin jumped slightly when she felt the touch on her hip, but she nodded at the Captain's request and moved to lie down on the bed.<br/><br/>A quiet sigh escaped her, her bedsheets being cool to her flushed body. Like a feline, she crawled up on her bed and stretched as she lowered herself down with her arms above her head. She did not know in what position the Captain wanted her...but she would be quick to change if she so wished her to.<br/><br/>She turned her head and caught the scent of...citrus? Her nose wrinkled slightly in confusion before she laid her head on her bed. What was that smell for? The only thing she could possibly think of was lotion...or maybe...some ointment? But...for what?<br/><br/>Her body had goosebumps and her heart was thundering in her chest...what else was in store for her?</span>