TEMPT ME, MASTER
But she stayed still, letting the control, the anticipation, the tension build inside her.
And as Eric moved behind her one final time, brushing his fingers lightly down her spine, Jane knew she had crossed a line she could never return from. She was his. All of her senses, all of her thoughts, all of her desire belonged to him,her pussy cried for his touch,her nipples now reddish.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, voice trembling. “I am yours.”
Eric’s hand hovered at her shoulder, light and commanding. “Good,” he murmured. “Because this… this is only the beginning.”