Cynthia Dion:
"Sure, let me know what you need," every time Mr. Holt left me money, I had some stashed away. I could get him a nice gift.
"I want something unique," he muttered, the passion and possessiveness in his gaze apparent in his eyes.
"You!" He said it in a rather rough voice.
"I already belong to you," I hesitantly replied, turning my head away. Just thinking about him and echoing his words made my cheeks turn red.
He said, drawing a charming smile on his lips to make my heart skip a beat, "So that means I will get my gift today?"
It was becoming odd, so I nervously joked, "I’m not sure what you exactly want."
"I want you to come to my room with a cake in your hand, completely naked with only chocolate covering your n*****s and p***y," he suddenly said, and I gasped and st
