Nina Under a Spell
A flash of inspiration crosses her face. "That would make me your... slave," she says, as she sits back on the desk completely displaying herself for you and drawing out the word "slave" as if trying on a new dress and finding she just loves the way it feels.
You smile down at her as you press yourself against her, feeling your own desire for her .
"And what does that make me?" you ask, expecting the obvious.
"My ." she says with a certainty that tells you she is completely and totally yours.
Then, showing a surprising amount of initiative, she reaches out and
Do you want to: