Mistress? So Ahina falls into hands of some bondage enjoyers. Let’s play by their rules for now. Ahina takes more relaxed positions, with hands lower her back. „So, tanned mistress, what is your plans to my person? Are you going to sell me to someone? Or use me on your own”? Ahina study her voice, looking for some connection with her clan. Maybe she meets her somewhere in the past. „I prefer not begging for mercy, but I dare to say that I given mercy to you both, while I twice used stuns instead of deadlines shoots, if that is worth anything for you”.
Nami gasped open-mouthed for breath as Thassco’s grip tightened on her throat. For a moment, she was sure this was it – that he would kill her there and then. Yet even as her heart hammered in panic, she felt the ache of desperate need stronger than ever, and the choked moan she let out when he kissed her echoed that need. Suddenly, she could breathe again – a moment of relief, short-lived, as she panted for air. Then she felt him pull her head back painfully, forcing her to meet his gaze with wide, tearful eyes. The fraying threads of her survival instinct cast around for any lifeline, any way to buy time. Thassco’s self-control had to have its limits, just like hers…didn’t it? “P-please, Master Thassco.” She barely noticed the slip in her words, her voice hoarse and weak, yet smouldering seductively with desire. “Fuck me the way I deserve.” She swallowed hard. “U-use my body for your pleasure today, however you wish. Let me repay some of your generosity to me.”
