Chapter 342
Daphne
Turns out dicks are not so bad when you think about it.
It's not about what the dick is, but what the dick can do for you.
I'm thinking philosophically, of course, looking at the water in the distance from the window of the villa. The sun is setting, casting long, golden fingers across the surface of the sea. It's the kind of view that's supposed to inspire deep thoughts, and I suppose it is. Just not the kind one expects.
A soft, muffled sound pulls me from my reverie.
I look down and smile.
"What was that, sister-in-law?" I ask, a teasing smile playing on my lips as I gaze down at the woman before me.
She's naked, on her hands and knees on the plush rug, her wrists bound together behind her back with a silk scarf. A matching piece of silk is tied between her teeth, serving as a gag.
Her nipples are perky from the attention I just paid them, my tongue having spent ages tracing the constellations of freckles across her skin.
