Savra's bedroom was nothing like the rest of her home.
Velvet-black walls. Crimson sheets.
A full-length mirror at the foot of the bed, angled just right.
There were silk ropes coiled neatly in the drawer.
A steel ring bolted into the headboard.
And the faint scent of her perfume clung to the air like temptation itself.
Zain stepped inside.
His coat dropped from his shoulders with a thud, revealing his muscular body.
Savra leaned against the bedpost, licking her lips as she slowly taking off her clothes.
"You gonna show it to me, or are you keeping me waiting all night?"
Zain didn't speak.
He simply pulled down his pants—and it dropped like a weapon.
"This is what I'm working with. Thirty centimeters. Ten wide."
Savra blinked. Her mouth parted slightly.
"Thirty centimeters?" she muttered, catching her breath.
"That's not a cock. That's a curse."
He walked toward her.
His thick and veined cock was already hard.
It was twitching with need.
"Kneel," he said.
