Chapter Thirty-three
Thalina
What will it be?
What will it be?
My eyes traveled over the shelves, lingering on each tantalizing, p***y-dripping options laid out before me. He had promised intense pleasure no matter which one I choose, but I was still confused.
My hand moved almost on its own, reaching out to brush my fingers over a slim leather paddle, but then I hesitated, my gaze shifting to a set of silken bindings hanging nearby. Every choice felt like a promise, one he’d undoubtedly keep.
I moved through the space between the shelves, with him following right behind me, and I lost concentration. Heck! Why did he have to follow me? Now I can’t pull my eyes away from his enormous c**k that was still glistening with the remnant my c*m, moving slightly with each step he took. Damn!
