♡☆CANDACE♡☆
"I want you to touch yourself while I watch."
His command hit me hard, like a bolt from the blue.
What the absolute hell?
He casually leaned over to grab the bottle of whiskey and two glasses on the small coffee table. But he poured only himself a drink.
I froze on his lap, my inner thighs aching above the hardness of his lap.
There's no way I could touch myself.
Taking this shirt off and fondling my own traitorous n*****s while he sat there like a king on his throne, entertained. Humiliating. Gruesomely humiliating. I'd die of humiliation.
"I... I..." I stuttered and forced myself to meet his eyes. The dark intensity in them made my p***y throb. I pushed the lump down my throat, "Are you trying to scare me off?"
"It's called tactile learning cupcake." He plucked
