Chapter 239. Baby Boy

I lay there uselessly, waiting, nervous at what might happen next, wondering if this was how other women felt all the time I had done this to them.

If this is what Olivia felt as a switch waiting on my pleasure, knowing what it feels like to be a domme herself.

She stepped out then and my heart stopped. 

She had not done too much to appearance, nor bothered to wear any domme get-up, but she looked like a queen right now. 

Her lips were red, red, from a lipstick that was meant to seduce, and her waterline and lash line darkened with mascara to make her eyes look catlike. That severe businesswoman-face looked even more severe.

“I knew I’d win,” She said, and my eyes followed her as she moved to stand at the foot of the bed. 

She was completely naked under the sheer black bed robe, hemmed with frilly wool that made her look queenly, with her hands in black leather gloves.

She emptied the contents of her hand onto the bedspace out of my