The sound of ripping fabric pulls me from sleep. Panic in pitch black, my eyes suddenly wide, yet unable to see. Breath held, pulse pounding. “Hold still.” Your strong, deep voice lends order to my confused senses, and my body instinctively falls in line. Another high-pitched tear, and then I feel the room’s cool whisper on my exposed skin. It was a lovely nightgown before now: lavender and transparent…soft cotton. You pull it from beneath me, the edge lace scratching the flesh beneath my thighs. So easily made naked, I lie beneath you, warm and ready. My legs spreading without request, I feel myself respond before you even enter, my…