His voice came out hoarse, barely above a whisper. ''I... I'm your pathetic slut, my lady.''
I grabbed his chin, forcing his eyes to mine. ''Louder. And curtsy while you say it.'' Such a beautiful girl, right?
He swallowed, then dipped into an awkward curtsy, skirt billowing, heels scraping. ''I'm your pathetic slut, Your Majesty! I will be your good girl who likes to be fucked by you!'' The words echoed, and I rewarded him with a slow lick along his jaw, tasting his sweat.
I smirked, "You are my slut, Herick. Always remember that." His words were like a music to my ears. So sweet, so tasty—so mine.
