20. My Turn

Emma moaned as Callum's hands constantly massaged her breasts. She bit her lower lip. That strange feeling wanted to be driven away. But Callum was so good at it that it made Emma's skin crawl.

"Did you feel anything?" he asked.

"I-I," Emma tried to cover up her moans.

"Don't hold back, Emma; your womanhood is already wet." Callum rubbed Emma's womanhood without her noticing.

"W-what are you doing?" Emma gasped as Callum's fingers tried to enter her womanhood.

"Shut up and stay where you are; you are my slàve. You must obey my orders." Callum snapped.

"Turn around," Callum said while gripping Emma's smooth shoulders.

Emma did not dare to argue; she faced Callum with her face down.

"Look at me," Callum ordered.

Callum lifted Emma's sharp chin and then kissed Emma's tiny lips. Callum's hand pinched Emma's nìpples causing Emma to groan. Callum immediately plunged his tongue into Emma's open mouth. Nimbly, Callum twisted Emma's tongue and exchanged saliva.

Emma was nearly out of breath as