Ann's POV

Chapter 37

When he told me to wash him with my tongue, I was stunned and dumbfounded.

How do I use my tongue to wash over a grown man? I stood still behind him, shuddering as his scent wafted in my nose.

His voice cut through my silence. “ What are you waiting for?" He asked in a cold tone, making my heart skip.

My eyes popped out, as I tried to think of what to say.

“I-I don't know where and how to start from," I answered him in a lower tone.

He was quiet for a moment, then he spoke.“come over." In a deadly tone which...