Unlike last time when Clara was forced to take the lead, she was more than happy to let Gilas return to his usual role as he all but pushed her onto the bed. Already, she could feel his hardness peeking through his pants, his gaze wanting and needy as he all but stared deep into her soul.
"I'm more than ready for your treatment, Clara," he whispered into her neck, his lips already touching her sensitive skin. "Is there anything I need to take?"
Her head all but exploded right then and there. This was different from last night when he all but destroyed her by taking Master Kasper to heart. No, from what she could tell, he wasn't going to make love to her until she was completely spent. Instead, this was…
What was this even called? Make-believe? Pretending?
"Is there something wrong, Nurse?"
Her eyes widened at the way Gilas's addressed her. Nurse? Was this seriously where he wanted to take things tonight?
