Beg me

The night was getting dark. She was standing on the sofa near Grasis with her head bowed, like a slave, waiting for her master to give her orders.

“Why are you standing here? You have to do everything. Come here and sit on my lap. You have to obey. Then leave the next job to me.” Ayla looked at him in amazement at what he was saying.

After all, why does he do to her what she hates? Since she was standing in her place in the same way, he was angry to see her still.

“Come here.” Once again at the call of Grasis, she swallowed her dry throat and sat on his lap with her legs spread on his left and right side.

He made her closer to her. Seeing her so close to him, where there was happiness on his face, the same world of intoxication began to spread.

She, at that moment was completely unaware of what Grasis would do to her without knowing what kind of test she was going to take.

“Kiss me.” He said looking at the fear on her face. “Kiss me in that way with enthusiasm and love that force me t