If that was not enough, his one hand slowly went down to my core. Slowly he cups it, rubbing it up and down. “This is mine, I will always protect what is mine”, he says while stroking my core.
My head goes back while a moan escapes my lips.
Feeling his cold hand on my panties, I felt my wetness beginning to take over. Trying to make sense of this in my mind, my body seems to have another idea. Was it because I almost died or was I bewitched by the body of a Greek god just wanting to feel what I craved? My mind was a moaning mess and could not think straight. Still trying to comprehend what is happening, he says
“I am going to put my finger where you need it the most. I am going to own your body. You will submit to me and me alone.”
“You will call me Master and I will give you the pleas
