Chapter Eleven
Dagan led her toward the bed, stopping at the tall canopy bedpost. “I am going to remove your robe, Sasha. I learned your touch and now it is your turn to learn mine.” He put his hand on the belt of her robe but didn’t pull, waiting for her to acknowledge his intent. “Tell me what I’m going to do, Sasha,” he commanded.
She swallowed nervously, then whispered, “You’re going to take off my robe and touch me.” Saying the words out loud made her tingle in awareness and anticipation. Her n*****s pebbled painfully and she felt wet heat between her legs. She closed her eyes, unable to look at him.
Dagan chuckled and kissed her gently. “Good girl,” her murmured close to her ear. She tilted her head to the side, wanting to give him access to her neck, remembering the last time he
