Klaus steps back around the bench and I twist my head over my shoulder to watch him.

He looks like a predator assessing his prey; calm, lethal, and completely in control.

He goes on his knees, eyes locked on mine as he lowers his gaze to the trembling space between my thighs.

His thick, calloused finger grazes my core, and a sudden heat spreads through me, making my stomach flutter.

I want more, need more, but the gag muffles every plea.

The gentle pressure teases me and I tremble. Not just from his touch, but from knowing he controls how far I’ll go.

Then he slips it inside, stretching me,...