Following his subtle but firm demand, Boma continued to stare at him, awash with shame at the thought of complying.
"You heard me." His voice was a murmur, heavy with expectation.
Reluctantly, she let her hands drop to her sides.
His eyes became inflamed with desire at the inviting sight before him. Her bosom, firm, pert with points that enticed him to the core.
Her hands started to lift in a move to cover her vulnerability.
"Don't even think about it."
Her hands slowly dropped to her sides again and he watched her points harden under his gaze. Her breathing became fast and he could see her trembling slightly under his relentless perusal.
"You're mine to savour." He said and she didn't know why she suddenly felt her core start to moisten. "Get used to my eyes feasting on you. Ok?"
