His eyes grow darker and he carries me up, soon enough my back hits the wall.
He pushes my nightie above my legs, his hands cascading down my bare legs.
“I should have f****d you the chance I got.” His hot breath on my neck, nibbling.
I was hot all over and he knew that. He instantly withdraws and goes out of the room, leaving me flustered.
In seconds, he is back with a black whip and his black belt around his strong hands. He slowly removes his shirt when I notice his body full of tattoos. Each so beautiful, like a work of art—an aesthetic.
He drops the whip on the bed, and drops me safely on the bed, resting my head on the headboard.
“I'm going to take it slow with you since it's your first time.” He said and I giggled.
“If it's too tight , tell me.” He tied the belt around my
