124 Fantasies

Damien stood up, adjusting his pants. "Stay like that, on your knees, and put your hands behind your back."

Beatrix obeyed his instructions.

"I never thought I would be doing this someday," Beatrix admitted as the cool air brushed against her inner thighs and lace-covered pussy.

"Which part?" Damien asked, keeping his gaze on her legs, focusing on the red lace between them.

"Following someone's orders, exposing myself," she confessed, "I have fantasies about it though."

He looked at her in surprise, "You have?"

Beatrix nodded, swallowing. "Yes."

He groaned, resting his head against her thigh.

"So am I going to be the man who fulfills all your secret fantasies?"

"You sound so sure that you'll fulfill all of them," she teased, her voice coming out breather than she intended. The way his amber eyes looked at her was enough to confirm that he was adamant on fulfilling her all her dirtiest fantasies.