“Ah, I see,” I breathe out with a soft chuckle, meeting Oliver’s challenging look with a playful wink. “You want me to talk dirty. Is that it, pesca?”

Already, Oliver has me under his spell. Nothing can touch me here, not when every thought and every sense is focused on him. My bright and shining star.

“Or do you want to be bossed around?” I ask with a smirk, shifting to press my other hand to the center of his chest, leaning over him to put my weight on him as I slowly stroke his cock, pinning him to the floor. “Or maybe it’s a little bit of both, hm?”