Without warning, Damian bent down and placed his arm under her legs, carrying her bridal style to her room. She wasn’t about to ask how he knew his way when he had only been at her front door only once. He could see the question in her eyes but she never voiced them. And once he got them in the room, he slowly put her down before him.
“Are you into some type of dominating thing?” He dropped to his knees before her so that he could undo the skirt and pull it off.
“I like a skirt on you, especially a pencil one; it really highlights that ass and those hips.” Once he unzipped it, he slowly took it off, his eyes looking up at her. “And yes, kind of. I’m not into bondage or owning you or placing any type of collar on you, but I am into co
