A warm hand slid over her knee and Clara stiffened, her breath hitching.

“Relax,” the man whispered.

His fingers climbed higher stroking the thick curve of her thigh slow and deliberate. When he reached the hem of her dress, he pushed it up another inch exposing more of her soft skin. He didn’t stop until his knuckles brushed the edge of her panties.

“Fúck feel that?” the other said leaning close. His cologne filled her nose, his voice deep in her ear. “She’s shaking already. You nervous, slút?”

Clara swallowed, whispering, “N...No, Sir.”

A rough grip caught her chin forcing her face up. “Don’t fucking lie. You’re trembling like a...