He thrust against my hand a few more times and I learned the motion he was teaching me. Withdrawing my finger, a bit then letting him push it back in with his momentum.
One of his callused palms skid up between us and folded over my breast. Feeling it bobbing in his hand as he pressed forward and back against me.
Teaching my finger to fill me and withdraw.
Like he’s going to do to me. I was suddenly very sure of it.
I was wrong about him not wanting my body. I’d hoped to merely be his slave.
“You will be.” He said against the shell of my ear. “For my flesh and your own.”
I glared at him, but the motions of his body were unrelenting. Rocking the table beneath me as his thighs lightly brushed it.
My back surged up and pressed my t**s against him. A small instinctive so
