Ada's sudden transition from performative vulnerability to such explicit and direct domination left Vergil momentarily stunned.
The shock of the intense ejaculation still reverberated through his nerves, and his mind, dulled by pleasure, struggled to keep up with the speed at which she dictated the new terms of their encounter.
He watched her, breathless, as she knelt before him again, her dark eyes gleaming with a determination that admitted no hesitation.
His member, still sensitive and beginning to lose some of its rigidity, pulsed slightly against his thigh, an involuntary response to the intensity of her gaze and the raw promise of her words. Ada noticed the momentary pause in him, the fraction of a second of uncertainty in his eyes.
A small, intimate smile touched her lips, a smile that was both understanding and dominating.
Without saying a word, she reached for the low table beside the armchair, where a half-empty wine bottle and a few personal items were scattered.
