Caleb drops his hand down to my side and takes my wrist. He doesn’t ask, doesn’t command, simply turns away from me and starts walking to a side door. I immediately fall into step behind him.
At his whispered promises, my p***y began to feel wet. Now, with the promise of more on the horizon, I’m dripping. My n*****s are tight buds and my skin is electric.
I want to be touched, tasted… even claimed.
I have no love for this man, but I know my lot in life here. I am an object of his pleasure. So, I might as well take my own while I’m at it.
The side door leads to a side room with a couch, a table, and a set of chairs.
He’d promised to take me back to my room. Maybe he doesn’t trust himself to walk that far. He’s already hobbling, his hard d**k tenting his pants.
He closes the door behin
