Chapter 110

• There's now a copious amount of wetness between my legs that I am acutely aware of. My breath is also leaving me in short spurts as if I have decided to take a jog around the mansion.
• “Sebastian,” I say, my fingers itching to sweep over my body. Itching to please it and bring it the fulfillment it craves.
• “I usually imagine how hard it will be for you to keep it in. Will you scream? Will I have to cover your mouth with my hand while my tongue continues to dart in and out of you?”