"Good girl," Lyov breathed.
His voice held such a fierce note of satisfaction that she actually whimpered.
God, she liked this. Liked submitting. Liked following orders.
Liked being controlled.
Even though she enjoyed giving orders plenty of times...she enjoyed receiving them, too.
And with four men who knew exactly what they were doing, precisely how she responded to commands -
She couldn't imagine anything better.
Unless...
Well.
Even she thought it was greedy to think of five.
Or six.
She had to control how wanton she was-!
"Am I failing to keep your attention?" Lyov challenged.
"No!" She blurted instantly. "N-no!"
He stroked her cheek gently with his fingers.
"Are you certain? I can find ways to clear that pretty head of yours of any thought..."
"Y-yes!! Pl-please...continue..." She begged weakly.
