I already know what he wants. I’m at eye level with his crotch and his erection is very visible from where I’m kneeling. I try not to look directly at it, but it’s hard.
Isaak’s eyes flash. There’s definitely lust there, but there’s something else along with it. Reluctance? Uncertainty? Regret? I can’t quite tell. He’s a master at covering his emotions.
“Come on,” I say challengingly. “You’re the one who wanted obedience. Don’t you have a command ready for me, Don Vorobev?”
“I’m not sure you want to go there.”
“Shall I tell you what you want then?” I taunt. “Shall I read your mind?”
“Camila…” he warns. There’s a growl in his voice that makes me so wet so fast that the intellectual part of me shuts down, and my animal brain awakens.
I reach out and start unbuttoning his pants. Within
