<strong>Lily</strong><br/><br/>His words meant so much to her. She didn't need the same confession that she had given. She knew their 'relationship' was different, not typical like others. His actions spoke volumes, the way he held her, the way he looked at her, the kisses he gave her. The way he made love to her. She didn't need words to know how he felt for her. This was their place, a place where they could be themselves and not Master and slave.<br/><br/>Lily cried out as he held her and made tender love to her, it was real, the emotion was there. "Yes, yours, always Sir," she whispered in his ear as her body clamped down on him in one glorious explosion of passion. He made her feel like no other, and her body told him that as Lily came once more for the man that owned her body and soul.