Suddenly, she broke away from their embrace, lowering her eyes.
“I need you to do it,” she whispered. “Now.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, tilting her face back up to make her look at him. “It’ll hurt.”
“There’s no other way, Christian.”
He breathed deeply. “Turn around, Anastasia, remove your top.” She did as instructed: as expected, bra-less. He touched her soft skin.
“Do it, Christian. Now.”
He acted, she winced, said nothing at first, then simply, ‘Thank you’.
“I know your back itches,” he said, “but do we need the theatre?”
“It’s more fun this way,” she smiled, mischievously.
“I need you to do it,” she whispered. “Now.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, tilting her face back up to make her look at him. “It’ll hurt.”
“There’s no other way, Christian.”
He breathed deeply. “Turn around, Anastasia, remove your top.” She did as instructed: as expected, bra-less. He touched her soft skin.
“Do it, Christian. Now.”
He acted, she winced, said nothing at first, then simply, ‘Thank you’.
“I know your back itches,” he said, “but do we need the theatre?”
“It’s more fun this way,” she smiled, mischievously.
