[WARNING: This chapter contains R-18 scenes.]
Lawrend's teasing motions further incited the flames that burned within Aleshia. She wanted to be fucked. She reached out and held him as she guided his pole inside of her.
"Master…"
She begged for it. Her voice sounded sultry and irresistible.
However, Lawrend was immune to seduction. His experiences with his maids had long trained him to control his lust, especially now that he was a god.
Lawrend slapped her hands away. Aleshia pulled her hands back and yelped. She frowned and looked at his face as if she could see him.
"You're my woman. Your job is to satisfy me tonight."
Lawrend didn't care if his words sounded misogynistic to some. He and Aleshia had a hierarchy, and it was absolute.
"Master… I'm sorry…"
Aleshia felt anxious. The darkness increased her negative emotions. She felt lonely and unwanted. It was a weird feeling.
"I will fuck you if I want to, okay?"