Arwen moved at a snail’s pace to her desk and sat down gingerly on Thursday morning and wondered what the hell had ever made her think she knew what she was doing when it came to s*x. She had muscles aching she hadn’t known existed and she held a doctorate in physiotherapy.
Adrianu Cavallaro was the master of everything wicked and naughty and he had not been content with her submission until she had surrendered and begged him to stop. Only when she finally spoken her safe word did he stop. She had felt guilty because he hadn’t c*m but instead, he had laughed at her and said he could finish in the shower. She had begged him to finish on her and watched as he had m*********d over her body. She had been enthralled with his control as he finished in mere minutes from the time, she had uttered
