"Pretty Mina," he breathed against my ear. Dorian was the type who was careful about everything, too. It was all about the build up for him, the romance. He thrust the vibrator inside of me, but his free hand was slow where he trailed his fingertips up my side, delicately scratching along my rib cage until he was cupping my breast in that same way he had done a few weeks ago, so persuasively asking me to do the shot he wanted. "Did you approve of the reel, love?"

That flame of desire was all the worse with how he twisted the vibrator inside of me, creating friction to the...