Anton said, "My lady, I ask only one thing from you."
Curse this man, did he know he wasn't in a position to bargain. She should have smote him with her fire where he stood.
Then she wouldn't be in a predicament now with him having the upperhand by having his muscular hand grip her waist tightly ultimately blocking her from her target goal with his stiff rod just centimeters of her softness.
Her mouth a grim line she muttered, "what do you want?"
Not because she wanted to help but out of her own pressing need she wanted her lust to explode in a bliss of decadent lovemaking.
It would be easy to just disregard what he was asking, press her coochie down to him and get the party started but still she hesitated and her curiosity increased summarily.
Was everything that occurred earlier between them just a charade?
