"What are your orders... Master?" Riven slowly added that word. He knew that was the dynamic he had with Soren in the bedroom. Something very kinky.
Soren froze at that word. He hadn't asked Riven to say that, but somehow it fit perfectly, didn't it?
He whipped out that stick again and placed it at the base of Riven's chin again, this time, he did not raise Riven's face. He started to slowly move it down from Riven's chin. He slowly lined the Adam's apple that bobbed. Once in a while, he would look at Riven's face and not his body, which trembled at his touch.
His eyes would never leave him, his eyebrows cutely furrowed, and his lips quivering. Riven was indeed right. Just who was the one being punished?
The base of the stick made its way to Riven's fair chest. Soren eyed those rose buds, they were especially eye-catching.
