He shook his head, Yes.
Nastassia mounted her assault: a direct route to bring Vance’s climax, and he psychologically settled in to let her ride him across the finish line. But she stopped again!
“I’ve decided to let you sign the contract to be one of Sable’s Centurions,” Sable said. She placed the paper on the concrete bench.
Nastassia unlocked the handcuff on Vance’s right hand. “No funny business or you’ll get some of this,” she said, whacking him with her nightstick at the back of his knee. He stumbled and nearly collapsed. He signed the contract quickly and let Nastassia cuff his hands again.
He stared into Sable’s dark blue eyes, bewitched by the power lust in her glare. She embodied distilled essence of filthy s*x, fanning Vance’s desires into a conflagration because of her incr
