TEMPT ME, MASTER
"I don't rush. I want to hear you scream for it first."
He moved his free hand down. He didn't go for my pussy right away. He traced the shape of my waist, the curve of my hip, and the soft skin of my stomach. Every touch was slow and agonizing. I was squirming under him, my legs rubbing together. I was so wet I could feel it dripping onto the sheets.
The Breaking Point
"Please, Damon," I gasped. I didn't know why I called him that, or if it was even his name, but it felt right in the dark.