“Are you serious?” I asked.
“Submit, mate.”
There was a soft rug on the floor at his feet where he wanted me to kneel before him. Kneel. Submit. Give him complete control in order to get the good, hard pounding I wanted.
“Niobe,” he said when I didn’t move. “The only one here to see you give yourself to me… is me. There’s nothing to worry about. No one to command. To consider. No orders to give. No meetings to run. I am going to take care of you. f**k you. Make you come. Make you scream in pleasure. Don’t think, just listen to my voice and do as I say.”
While I had Everian senses and could hear, smell, see everything in fine detail, it all shut down to just him. His voice. His breath. His words.
We were alone. There was no Academy outside the door. My uniform was a pile of clothes on
