Alpha Daddy’s Naughty Girl
A salesgirl in a leather corset smiled like she’d seen this panic a thousand times.
Lilith didn’t hesitate. She picked up a sleek black box, opened it, and held up a set of rose-gold vibrating nipple clamps connected to a remote.
“For when he’s in meetings,” she said, pressing the button. The clamps buzzed softly. “You sit across from him at dinner, squirming, trying not to moan while he pretends to listen to border reports.”
Isabella snatched it from her hand. “Yes. This. And this—” She grabbed a curved glass dildo with ridges. “For when he’s away and you need to feel full.”