Marina's voice dropped to a purr, her eyes dark with lust and amusement. "Now I order my slave…" she said, her fingers tracing my chest, her touch possessive, teasing. "…to hug me to sleep…" Her lips curled into a wicked smirk, her breath hot against my skin.
I didn't hesitate. In one fluid motion, I lifted her into my arms, cradling her like a princess. Marina gasped, her cheeks flushing crimson as my hand cupped her ass, supporting her weight. The heat of her skin seeped through the fabric of her dress, her body trembling slightly in my grip.
"B-Becareful…" she stammered, her voice breathy, her eyes flickering away in embarrassment. "It's all swollen down there…" Her cheeks burned deeper red, her fingers clutching at my shirt.
I remembered—oh, I remembered—the way I'd spanked her ass earlier, the sound of my hand against her skin, the way her body had jerked with every strike. The memory sent a jolt of lust through me, my cock throbbing in my pants.
