Now, Call Me Mother
He didn't look away from me, even as his fingers traced the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.
"Open for me," he commanded, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly vibration.
I obeyed, my thighs trembling as I spread them wide to give him room to stand even closer. My heart hammered against my ribs as my gaze fell to the thick, pulsing heat of him—a searing iron bar, terrifying and magnetic, now directly in front of my lips.
"Hold me," he whispered. His hand reached out, tangling in my hair to steady my head, his knuckles brushing against my cheek as he guided me forward. "I want you to know the taste of your master. Wrap your hands around it, Veronica."
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