The Slave Queen
He looks into my eyes, reaching down and grabbing the back of my neck with his
free hand. I'm afraid, but I know that I want this as much as he does. I glance down as the tip of his cock pushes through the tight hole. He fights to keep his control. My eyes are wild. "No,"
he scolds me, tilting my head up to his. "Look at me. Only me."
I look at him, only him, and take a deep breath.
"Good," he whispers. "Never take your eyes from mine. Know that love comes from the eyes. Know that I already love you, Tiger Claw. Know that it won't hurt for long."