Domination*

“Master could you…”

“Could I what?”

“Please touch me here,” said Joan, her face burned with embarrassment as if she found it difficult to say it aloud.

“Where?” Ryan asked with a deep chuckle. “If you’re not going to be very specific, I won’t know where you want me to touch you.”

“C-Can I just show you?”

“Hmmm… that’s fine too.” Ryan nodded.

Joan swallowed hard, flushing all the way to her neck, but she shyly reached for Ryan’s hand and lowered it to her innermost core.

Ryan’s fingers brushed against the dampness of her slit. It was slick and felt different from the water that filled the bathtub.

“Here?”

“N-nnngh, yes.” Joan nodded, stifling a moan.

Ryan used his fingers and slowly inserted them inside of her opening, exploring them and making her writhe by his fingers.

Joan’s body was craving his touch and responded with pleasure to Ryan’s fingers as he made sure to make her feel good.