A brazen w***e, I stepped into the sitting room and sauntered towards where Roland sat on the sofa. He’d drawn the curtains and put the lights down low. There was some music playing, something quite loud and raunchy, appropriately enough. I stood in front of him, swaying in time to the music, gyrating my hips slowly, pushing out my groin. His eyes were riveted on me. I felt the power of s*x, the pure naked power of the woman to entice the man. But all I wanted to do with my power was to please him. I wanted to be his w***e so that he could have every pleasure he imagined.
I danced for him for several minutes, just out of arm’s reach. He said nothing, just watching, transfixed. At last, he spoke.
“Come here,’ he said, his voice thick with desire.
I inched slowly forward. He put out his h
