Lila POV
The way he stared at me with his feral gaze, watching my every move had me wanting to clench my thighs together.
I stopped in front of him, still on all fours, and he leaned forward.
"If only you could see yourself now, see how good submission suits you."
He reached out touching my nipple before cupping the weight of my breast in his palm. I suppressed a whimper, trying to stop my body from reacting, but the need was already there pooling between my legs, the betrayal of flesh against spirit.
He let go of my breast and I silently mourned the loss of his touch. He leaned back in his chair. "I'm not so sure I should feed you now since obviously being hungry makes you more…cooperative."
"Please"
"Hush. Lucky for you I'm a man of my word. Now sit." He gestured beside his leg, and I flinched as if I had been struck in the face.
