The Sex Slave (Part 3)

Then, he leaned towards her and brushed his lips over hers. She moaned as his lips caressed, his hand moving through her hair and to her nape and pulling her closer. His tongue moved, probing, exploring and tasting. Her hands went to him, tangled in his hair and pressed his mouth down onto hers.

She was beginning to quiver, her knees feeling weak. The heat emanating from his body was clouding her senses, as was his taste, his scent. As if reading her thoughts he pulled her body against his.

She went willingly and as her beautiful breasts became crushed against Matthew's powerful chest, a thrill shot through him. She couldn't help the little whimper that escaped her as his lips moved to nibble on her ear.

"Does this look like fucking] to you, slave?" the whisper of his words was so erotic as it touched her ear.

She couldn't believe what was happening to her.

She was here as a servant for this rich and arrogant man who seemed cold, uncaring and conceited. Yet, t