A slave's first time

The weather is warm, so when Loras rips her dress off, Astrid doesn't feel cold. No, the burning pleasure of his every touch makes her body burst into flames of pleasure. He kisses her neck, with his teeth, gently nibbling her soft skin. His hands explore her exposed chest, making her moan when he rolls his thumb over her nipples again. Then one hand goes down slowly, touching her belly, her hips, then grabbing her ass. Her breaths are starting to get shorter and shorter. And when his hand touches the soft skin in between her tights, she screams.

The sensation was so sudden, so electrifying. She never felt anything like this before.

Astrid looks at Loras. He moved his hand, grabbing her ass and pulling her closer to him. She gasps for air, wanting to say something. To beg him to stop or to continue, she is unsure herself.

"Shh..." He whispers in her ear, covering her mouth. "There's no one to hear you here. Only I exist for you."

When she was about to protest, she takes a big breath.