“As you wish.” She stroked him again, her hand still moving dreadfully slow. “You might be a slave, but right now, you can tell me what you want. You did well today, and I promised I’d reward you, didn’t I?”
Zaid gritted his teeth harder, hands fisting against the bathroom wall as she continued to stroke him to insanity. The pleasure was undeniably immense, but he wanted more… “More…I want you to touch me harder, faster.”
“What a good boy…a tool for my enjoyment; a beautiful boy toy.” She acquiesced to his desperate demand, moving her hand harder and faster, casting him into a moaning mess. His body shivered against hers, the sparks making it so much harder for him to control himself. He craved to dominate this moment, to grip her hand and shove her against the wall and convey real domin
