Andra Milburn's Point of View
His grasp pulled taut when his hand docked on my waist. Zacarias fixed the way I sat above his lap, he parted both my legs exposing my underwear in front of the big vanity mirror.
Heat.
That was how I felt when I saw our image revealed in the mirror. Zacarias was behind me, wearing his white long sleeve shirt as well as his tight pants. He was on the sofa sitting, waiting for me to come out of the bathroom earlier.
"Let's discuss our rules, shall we?" he whispered through my ears sensually.
"R-Rules?" I couldn't stop myself but to question him back.
He craned his neck while looking at me intently. "Yes, Andra. Sanctions that you need to abide by."
"W-What are those, t-then?"
For the second time around, Zacarias squeezed my thighs as wetness started producing in my femininity. I tried closing my legs, but he handled it with roughness.
