Eighteen

Jaxon stepped out from the room, his hair wet with water, his eyes still blood shot dark, and his manhood still intactly strong, he had not been sexually satisfied enough for the night.

His slave had not satisfied him well enough because she was never meant for satisfaction, instead, she was meant for him to toy with. 

She was his toy! 

(I request for Clamenta)

Jaxon mind linked to Kires, his Beta.

 Clementa, was his female Butler, she was the only one who knew how to satisfy him aggressively. Noy some weak slave, he hissed, remembering his slave. 

Picking up a towel, he wrapped it around his waist, in not less than two minutes, a knock came, resounding on his door. 

Slowly the door opened and Clementa stepped into the room. She was an old woman Wyo had been working for him for years.

"I demand to see Klara."

Jaxon said, his back facing her.

"As you wish my king, but your slave..