She nuzzled the bulge under his underthings. He wasn’t hard, but the size of him had a rush of nervous adrenaline zigging through her. She kept her eyes down, avoiding his face.
The music blazed in the background. Cheers across the tables. Shouts of excitement as slaves danced on the table and the floor.
Danika tuned them all out, suddenly in a world of her own. This is important to her. That she makes him feel something...for her. Not for anybody else.
She wanted his organ in her mouth, wanted to feel it harden inside her mouth—because of her. Not because of the erotic atmosphere. Not because of his mistress. Her.
She reached down and pulled him out from the confinement of his underthings. She stared at him.
Oh heavens...!
Tears burned the back of her eyes as she saw the scar that outlined his organ. It ran from base to the tip. The fried nerve endings was there for her to see.