Lyric
Thane stands in the middle of our bedroom, his eyes constantly on me. I can see the cogs turning in his eyes, the anticipation of what I might do to him shining brightly.
“Take your shirt off.” Slowly, he takes his shirt off. Goddess, his body drives me insane; he has so much perfect muscle tone.
I slide my hands around Thane’s body as I circle him. I keep my eyes firmly locked with his as I unbuckle the belt on his pants. “Take them off.”
I like this; I like having power over him, the power of him doing what I say. Goddess, it’s the biggest turn-on I have ever had.
I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but my whole body is zinging.
As soon as Thane’s pants are on the floor, I clasp his throat in my hand, and I lean into him. It’s becoming increasingly hard to control my need for
