C183 The Master Asked for Punishment

Rollins lounged comfortably on the mattress, his gaze falling on a pair of sheer black stockings tossed on the pillow. He swallowed hard, his eyes drifting to Zoie. Her legs were long, slender, and as smooth and pale as porcelain—she could easily be a leg model.

Zoie set her pen down, her brows knitting together