Jennifer cast a quick, hungry glance over her shoulder—her eyes dark with unfulfilled desire—before slipping inside and shutting the door behind her.
I knew she wanted more. I could see it in the way her body still ached for me, in the way her breath hitched when she thought I wasn't looking. But Oliver was just down the hall, and the risk was too great for her to take.
A smirk tugged at my lips as I watched her go. She thinks she's in control, I thought, adjusting my still-throbbing cock against my pants. She thinks she can treat me like her little slave.
But I knew the truth—it was only a matter of time before she'd be begging for it, before she'd be the one enslaved to my cock, to the way I made her body betray her own rules.
With a final, amused shake of my head, I turned and made my way back to Emily's room. She was still asleep, her body curled up under the sheets, her chest rising and falling in a slow, peaceful rhythm.
