KAYLA

I saw the effect I was having on him, and I was so glad.

This was it. This was the power shift I had been desperate for. Now, it was time to strike.

His eyes were dark with hunger, his chest heaved, and the hard dick straining against his pants was a testament to my victory.

I let my hips sway more deliberately, I arched my back, presenting myself to him like a feast, and heard the sharp intake of his breath.

Good. Let him ache. Let him burn. He would not get what he wanted until ...