Jaxon stepped out from the room, his hair wet with water, his eyes still blood shot dark, and his manhood still intactly strong, he had not been sexually satisfied enough for the night.

His slave had not satisfied him well enough because she was never meant for satisfaction, instead, she was meant for him to toy with.

She was his toy!

(I request for Clamenta)

Jaxon mind linked to Kires, his Beta.

Clementa, was his female Butler, she was the only one who knew how to satisfy him aggressively. Not some weak slave, he hissed, remembering his slave.

Picking up a towel, he wrapped it around his waist, in not...