Ava relaxed into the bed while listening for Zane’s soft footsteps. A gentle touch from his lips landed on her upper arm. He graced his fingers over her stomach. Each caress and touch raised the fever in Ava’s body. She wanted to squirm, to manoeuvre her body with the little give the restraints gave her, so she could get release. But Zane had told her to be still, so she bit down on her bottom lip and pleaded for her body to remain motionless. “Don’t bite your lip, angel. You will hurt yourself,” Zane told her, tugging her lip free with his thumb. Ava wanted to scream at him, beg him to give her what she needed. Instead, she let out a soft whimper. “Do you feel needy?” he asked, cupping her pussy with his hand, not moving it or helping her get what she needed.“Yes, Sir,” she said and nodded as best she could. “But I told you I would worship your body,” he reminded her as he ran both of his hands up one of her legs and followed up with kisses. “Zane, you said you would make me cum,
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