Exiled
“Though he didn’t tell her what to do, she felt it would please him if she knelt before him. In the very short time she’d been here, she’d formed the idea that Xander was aroused and satisfied by visual representations.
Though he’d demanded her obedience and she’d signed a contract and then verbally agreed upon her arrival, until he saw it in action, they were mere words and terms.
She stood in front of him for a mere second before she sank gracefully to her knees between his.
Xander’s eyes glowed and he reached to touch her cheek, her chin, where just moments earlier the semen from another man had smeared.
“Come to me,” he said in a husky whisper. “Sit astride me. I want to look and touch you.”
She pushed upward and then moved forward, a little uncertain as to what he wanted. But he reached out a hand, grasped hers and guided her further between his legs.
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