Isla's mind became blank.
When the man said she must pay for what she wanted, she somewhat knew that it was something related to sex... but not... this.
"Sit on top of me," he ordered. "Try, and pleasure me."
She took his hand and sat on top of him with no other choice. He grabbed her waist and positioned her properly, yet still quite vaguely.
"Don't be shy. Put your weight on me," he said with a low and hoarse voice.
As Isla put her waist down, Sebastian could clearly feel her nervousness. Seeing how such an act would absolutely hurt her pride, he tried to 'reassure' her.
"I'm not going to force you into anything. You are free to do whatever pleases you."
Just by the word alone, it might seem that he was encouraging her... but his tone... oh, his teasing tone...
He was right.
If he had decided that pillow talks were enough to change his mind, then Isla should try. Whether he would listen to her or not, at least...
She closed her eyes.
