“Touch yourself, Princess. Show me how you do it.” Unable to do anything but follow his wicked orders, my hand slides down my stomach until my fingers hit the lace. Dipping them beneath the fabric, I find myself dripping wet. I moan as I circle my clit, imagining it’s his fingers working me and not my own. “That’s it, my dirty little whore. Show me how you make yourself come when you’re thinking about me.”
