"Are you sorry you soaked my pants with your p***y?"
Linea chewed her bottom lip. That's all she could do with her arms stretched above her head, restrained with cuffs to the padded table. She couldn't move her legs either, as Master Donovan had secured her ankles to the table as well. Her glory spread for his viewing.
"No, Sir. I'm not sorry."
He chuckled. "Naughty and unremorseful. What shall I do about that? Do you have any ideas, Linea?
She wiggled her hips. No relief there. "I have some thoughts."
Bending close to her ear, he nipped the soft lobe. "And what would those be?"
"I could take your c**k, Sir."
"Where, Linea. Where would you take my c**k?" His lips brushed hers. Linea closed her eyes and drew a ragged breath. She may very well come without Master Donovan even touchin
