C116 A New Year’s Seduction; Bent and Begging.

The room was silent except for the ticking of the clock and the slow, uneven breaths Dontrell tried to control. But I wasn’t going to let him.

A low, erratic moan slipped from his lips as my heel pressed firmer against his arousal, the sharp point dragging along the outline of his hardened length making his body jerk.

"Kitten, enough." His voice was rough, thick with need, edged with command