Daxton 

Verena had snapped my restraint in half, my dick straining painfully against my pants and now all I could picture was those luscious lips wrapped around the tip of my dick and her naked body writhing under mine. 

Why did she have to be such a tease?

It’s been thirty minutes of waiting for Verena to show up, minutes of deliberating how to drag her out of the dining room. Done with waiting, I yanked my phone out of my pocket, sending a text to Nina. “Send Verena to the third floor now,” 

Nina texted back. “Beg me.”

I closed my eyes for a brief second, trying and failing—...