Mikel pulled the fuming woman closer to him, brashly and quickly, making her fall on his lap.
He then reached forward and did the thing, which he had done so many times up until now.
His hands skillfully dug through the buttons and reached inside the dress with familiarity.
The touch of the warm and soft skin felt wonderful to his hands and the woman's chest was neither flat nor too obscenely big.
Her curves were tastefully voluptuous and fit perfectly in his hands, soft and tender to his touch.
Any other man would have been enticed by her beauty and let his emotions waver, but Mikel's attention was on something else.
His hands continued to undo the corset underneath the dress, which was squishing her breasts together and hiding what he was looking for when suddenly a hand shot up and held his in place.
"Hmmm? Do I need to teach my slave another lesson?" Mikel's brows knitted together and his gaze shifted to the look at the woman, surprised by her bold actions.
