He tilted his head to eye me as though I were something fascinating. "Tell me what you want, Plaything."
"Y-you." I swallowed. Lips parting as I tried to catch my breath.
"Then take it." He nodded to what I gripped in my hand.
I gave him a fearful look.
He smiled confidently. "You know how. Show me you do."
I leaned up on my knees and scooted them around to the outside of his thighs.
He was still leaned back on his heels. Braced on his palms behind him. Unmoving.
I looked at the hard thing still gripped between us and wondered if it would fit in me in this position.
He lifted a finger and crooked it, beckoning me closer.
I breathed and lowered over him. Staring at his strange gold eyes hypnotically. I felt his hardness parting my lower lips as I eased my hips down.
The pressure was light at first but increased the deeper down I sank onto him.
"Breathe." He gave me a lopsided grin.