Her words were confirmation, not negotiation.
I almost laughed. Almost. Instead, I let the silence hang, cock still buried, pulse still owning Victoria's every nerve. How high? Hell, I didn't even know the ceiling yet. But I liked their enthusiasm.
"Good girls," I said, tone dripping with mock-affection. "Obedient, devoted, ruined beyond repair… and still asking for instructions. If I were any more of a narcissist, I'd invoice God for creating me."
The body was always the gateway. Complete surrender required heart and soul, but the flesh was the wedge. Drive them insane with lust and satisfaction, make their bodies betray them, and the soul would claw for the same fix. They could pretend otherwise. But I had no fear. Their hearts already leaned toward me.
Their very souls were circling the drain, spiraling into my gravity. It was only a matter of time before they admitted it. Making them love me as much as I love them... my women!
My three new women!
