Chapter 1: The Command and the Waiting Cunt
The candles burned low, their wax dripping in slow, sinuous ribbons down the sides of the glass holders. The scent of jasmine thickened the air, clinging to Clara’s skin as she knelt on the bed, her bare thighs pressed together in nervous anticipation. The silk sheets beneath her were cool against her overheated flesh, the fabric sliding against her skin as she shifted, her breath coming in shallow, unsteady bursts.
Mark stood behind her, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass. His breath was hot against her ear, his voice a low, rough growl as he leaned in, his cock already hard and pressing against her lower back.