CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

LILY

I turn around to walk to him.

He signals me to stop. "Kneel on your four and crawl to me."

Kneel? That's the height of humiliation. I'm already naked before him, but going on my knees will rid me of whatever pride or dignity I have left. As depraved as it's sound, my body betrays me by getting hot on the demand. Lowering myself to the ground, I kneel and bend forward, placing my elbow on the floor and crawling to where he is seated on the edge of the bed.

I lift my elbow from the ground and raise my body, but I'm kneeling before him like a peasant while he is seated on his royal throne. He took me by the wall like a common slut. I slowly undo his buckle under his watchful eagle eyes. I unzip the pants and pull it down, leaving it to fall in a puddle at his feet. His boxer falls next, and I'm out of breath. This man is a boner. I'm a little scared too. How did I expect him to fit in with me? He is perfect. His thick, long, veiny cock stands at attention, already dripping