Julian's breathing had grown heavier. He stood there, his hands clenched at his sides, fighting the urge to thrust into her hand.
"Seraphine…" he started but his voice out came weak and strained.
Before he could speak any further, she squeezed the base of his cock warningly.
"Did I say you could speak yet?" she asked, her tone sweet but commanding. "Stay quiet unless I tell you otherwise. Understand?"
Julian swallowed hard and a rare flicker of submission crossed his face. He nodded silently.
At that, Seraphine's smile turned predatory. "Good. Now… spread your legs a little wider. I want a better view of what's mine."
He obeyed without hesitation and parted his stance so she had a full, unobstructed view of his throbbing cock and heavy balls. The position made him feel exposed... vulnerable in a way he had never allowed with anyone else - not even his mother or sister in their most intimate moments. But with Seraphine… it felt dangerously right.
