“You have at least another hour to go and several more orgasms. And then, you’ll eat dinner. By the end of dinner, you’ll be begging to be knotted again. You’re about to be almost nothing more than my sex slave. Same for Dell, too. But don’t worry,” I said, standing up. “I’ll take care of both of you. Enjoy the ride, kitten. I’m going to go finish the spaghetti.”
