“Soon she won’t object to fingers that stray under her skirt hem and linger at her lightly knotted waistband; when her eyes are dreamy and her breathing's harsh, send the servants away”-Mallyana Vatsyayana.
Lycian POV:
Stone laughed as what is left of the ice cube lands at his feet. He says the score was us two and Athena zero. Then he gets another ice cube to replace the one that just fell out. All the while, Athena utters not a word.
She hears me at the table again, and then feels the bite of the clamp on her hardened left n****e. Stone's warm tongue briefly caresses it before I step away to get the other clamp and more ice, and then I stand back for a few minutes, and watch the art of her body.
Requiem swung the riding crop which landed, this time, across her left breast, strik
