Dom.
The door to my study room pushes open slowly, like whoever is walking in is scared of frightening me. I almost laugh at the thought. I'm aware of any and all movements in my house, so Lana is just wasting her time trying to be stealthy around here.
"What do you want?" I speak up, relishing in the way she almost jumps out of her skin at the sound of my voice. A smug smile lines the corners of my lips.
She places her hand on her chest which rises and falls in quick succession, the tight-fitting tank top she has on looks like it might burst at the seams trying to retrain her cleavage. Damn, my mouth waters with the thought of having all that in my mouth, her tits bouncing in front of me as I slide-