Viya's POV
"You," I managed, my voice breaking as his hand finally cupped my breast, thumb circling my n****e until it hardened beneath his touch.
"Not good enough," he said, withdrawing his hand, making me whimper at the loss of contact. "Be specific."
"Please touch me," I whispered, my face burning with embarrassment but too aroused to care.
"Where?" His fingers trailed teasingly along my inner thigh. "Here? Or perhaps... here?" His hand moved higher, stopping just short of where I needed him most.
"Daddy," I pleaded, tugging against my restraints.
He chuckled darkly. "So impatient. But I think you can do better than that. Tell me exactly what you want, or you get nothing."
The demanding tone in his voice made me shudder with desire. This was a side of Caesar I'd n
