I can't stop staring into her green eyes, searching for a hint of doubt or a glimmer of humor.
Something to indicate that she's playing with me, to show me that her request is just another one of her tricks to mess with me later. But there's nothing.
There's no doubt in her gaze. Rebecca looks very sure of what she's asking me.
Your birthday gift is me, Vladimir…
She is my gift, my best present. She is giving herself to me completely, and I don't know how to react to this.
And not because I'm an i***t who doesn't know how to take a woman and give her the pleasure she deserves. Not because I don't know how to have s*x with them, make them moan, leave them trembling with pleasure in bed.
I know how to do that very well.
What has me in this internal debate is the reason why she's askin
