When at first I don't answer, too focused on the pleasure that courses through my body, the feeling of his breath on my skin, hands smoothing over my body, he repeats:
"I am not going to pleasure you if you don't tell me, Serena darling. You know the rules," he coo's, trailing a finger over the swell of my breast, hesitating for a moment to flick over my nipple, before he drags it back down again toward my legs.
Fire burns in my belly, my breath steaming up the air between up.
"Come on now," Soren prompts, viewing the pleasure filled look on my face with a wide smile. "Just a few simple words, my little dove, and I am yours."
My response is muffled by the throes of pleasure my body has sunk into, a fire coursing through my body, heating my face as Soren continues to stimulate my clit between his fingers. Soren leans up to whisper next to me, his breath tickling the inside of my ear, making me squirm in ardent delight.
"Louder, darling,"
