“No, Master!” He yells, giving me a painful wipe on the side of my waist.“NO…. master.” I yelp in painful correction.“That’s right.” H... smirks under his breath.“You are here to be my play thingy, sex toy, SEX SLAVE.” Finishing with an over exaggerated eyebrow raise.‘Oh no’ I say to myself.“So that means I can doing ANYTHING I want to you. ANYTHING.” He says, putting away the current wipe and grabbing a purple leather wipe. My fear starts to set in a raise with every word he says. “Umm. So.” I. My mom will start worrying if I’m not home by five thirty.?Libby began to feel like a complete slut, as she pulled her clothes on, even though she knew she wasn’t doing any of this voluntarily. An unwilling slut, but she knew she was the guilty party in all this. If she hadn’t set up that camera in her closet, none of this would have taken place, and now she could see herself being forced to carry out the wishes of this little demon, for as long as he wanted. She would be nothing but a slave to. " I know. But ... I'm glad you told me. No one else needs to know ... but I did. Thanks." Sure. You want to use the shower?" Yeah, thanks," she said, squeezing out of the narrow galley and into the lounge.Tom could see the outline of her clearly naked body through the thin material of her gown and immediately felt his reaction to it. He was glad her back was to him because his erection was going to be very prominent in his underwear. He would wait until Connie was in the head before going to. .what was the question?’ I stammered softly. Could I sound more thick? It was those eyes, I couldn’t even look into them directly, it was like they could see right through me. He leaned back on his desk gracefully, his arms crossed over his broad chest. Damn, the man was a fine site. With short, almost black hair, piercing eyes and a lean, muscular body like that. I could just spread him on a cracker. ‘Am I boring you, Miss Grey?’ He narrowed his eyes. His hard jaw settled. Shit. I blinked.