Alexander's Pov
After getting the estimated number of blood tons we would need, I set aside my glass, giving a light rub to my eyes. "I was getting old." I chuckled.
Just then, a sinister plan crossed my mind about Naomi. I thought of having the feel of her flesh underneath me, with her banging up and down on my erected dick, licking it, letting me caress her dark, juicy orange.
Those thoughts aroused me, and I felt widely awake as I made my way to her room, opening the door silently.
Well, I guess I wasn't silent enough as Naomi turned to face me, or maybe she had never slept.
"Why aren't you asleep? It's late," I asked.
"With you creepy bastards lurking around? Hell no," Naomi retorted.
"Remember, it's your master you're talking about?" I reminded her, as she seemed to have forgotten her place.
"Master, my foot. A master who defiled his servant and took her into slavery?"
"Is it that master we are talking about?" Her words stung, but they were the truth.
I made my way toward
