35 — Your moans are mine

I watch intently as Desmond walks over to his desk and opens a drawer, pulling out an oval object… a pink egg. I raise my eyebrows at the mischievous smile that rises on his lips.

“Do you know what this is, Rose?” Desmond says in a husky voice, sitting up in his chair, showing me that kind of dildo… “It's your reward for being a good girl.”

My body shudders, and my heart skips a beat.

“You worked