The jolt of pain makes my whole body stiffen, but I undeniably, irrevocably want more.
"I might never be that established," he says. "And the s**t with Reynard might never blow over."
He's speaking lightly, kissing my neck during each pause. And I do want a firm yes from him, but I also want to get lost in this soft warmth his kisses are waking. And I want the latter more than the former.
"Fine, we'll talk about it later," I conclude, taking a sip of my own drink.
He chuckles. "Yes, Nicole, we'll talk about it when the time comes. But right now, I want you on your knees."
A shiver passes through me as his tone changes from soft amusement to icy command. I obey immediately, my p***y twitching in anticipation.
He unbuckles his belt, pulling it from the loops slowly, its progress mesmer
