Damon looked up to see the expression on Violet’s face. She looked like a lost lamb standing in front of a slaughterhouse. Her mouth fell open and her lips were quivering. The fact that he was torturing her psychologically was so enjoyable to him, it was even better than the sex he was having.

“Master, I’m so close, please can I cum?” Sabrina begged.

“Not yet,” Damon let out another smirk and he pulled out. Sabrina sighed ...