WARNING: This chapter contains mature and detailed content. Please read at your own discretion.
SASHA ROSARIO'S POINT OF VIEW
"I-I can handle it now! What do you take me for?" My voice wavers even as I puff out my chest, and he smirks in response.
"Oh, really? The last time you tried—one year ago—you couldn't even take half of it. So... show me what you've learned, Sasha."
I bite my lower lip, heat flooding my cheeks. There's something about Dallius's tone—proud, almost teasing—that makes my skin prickle with excitement.
"Hmmph! Watch and feel the difference, sir!" I shoot back with a raised brow before slowly lowering myself to my knees.
My silk dress is still askew, but I don't care. Isn't this how it looks in the movies? A little dishevelment only adds to the allure, right?
I swallow hard once I'm kneeling, eye level with him—and the length of him.
D-Did it get bigger? Do these things actually grow? It looks so much fuller than I remember.
