"Do you like zat my pet?" A French accented voice sings softly against your ear.
"
Mhmmmmm.
" You groan in affirmation, riding a high unlike anything you had ever felt before.
"Well, go on... say eet then." A hot, wet mouth nibbles at your earlobe playfully.
"Say what?" You sigh in semi-distracted bliss.
"Say, Mistress Delphine, I like eet when you stroke my cock..." The aforementioned blue eyed, raven-haired vixen commands assertively, squeezing your member tighter within her grasp.
"Ugh, oh fuck! I...I like it when you stroke my cock, Delphine m-my M-Mistress?" You break, gasping as Delphine's experienced grip rolls over your swollen, sensitive glans.
"Good boy." Your seductress purrs praisingly, curling her painted fingers around your chest hair as she edges and twists your brain into a malleable puddle of wet clay.
You can hardly believe that only an hour ago you had walked into Lanterne Rouge's Bordello to let off some...'steam' in the belly of some anonymous prostitute, only to be introduced to quite possibly the most alluring and domineering young woman you had ever met.
A soft hand strikes your cheek sharply, breaking you out of your euphoric reflection.
"Non, non, non my little pet. Now iz not zee time for dreaming. Eet iz time to finally get what you 'ave paid for, non?" Delphine's crystalline eyes meet yours and her luscious, red lips curl in amusement as she releases you and begins to slip her thin, slightly transparent robe past the curve of her shoulders and drop it down the slope of her back.
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