At this, the sable-haired lady’s lips curled slowly. “Just remember, boy,” she added in silkily threatening tones, “that what these little redheads follow are my orders, not those of any nasty, hairy male.” She seemed almost to spit the last word.
“Of course, Miss!” gulped Edward guiltily.
“Of course…” she repeated with a grim smile. Her dark eyes examined him unhurriedly, completely without either pity or embarrassment, and the poor naked boy could only try not to squirm beneath her silent, smirkingly superior scrutiny. Endlessly those long-lashed orbs seemed to drink up the sight of his discomfiture, as his confused organ, twitching faintly, teetered between his natural shame and a peculiar titillation that he knew was wrong to feel. The very tip of her tongue traveled slowly across he
