Oriana rises, and her silk robe slides to the floor as she steps over to Cal. My body reacts and twitches against her touch. His eyes were greedy. “Open your legs wide for Lassie and slide forward on the chair.”
I suspect what’s about to happen and briefly consider protesting because I remember Simon’s warning that I’m not allowed to come. My hands want to reach for Lassie and press her face to my clit, but the only thing I can do is slide forward and spread my legs as wide as I can. “It was nice to meet you,” she says as naturally as if we’d met at a book launch, but I can see her little smile. From the back pocket of his black trousers, he pulls out an object that turns out to be a black whip with a round, leather handle and long fringes. He stands behind Oriana and strokes over her shoulder down to her breasts without taking his eyes off me.
