Imani felt the weight of Isiah's presence as he entered the room, his eyes piercing through her. She trembled with anticipation, her heart racing as she awaited his command. Isiah's voice was like velvet, brushing against her skin as he told her to undress. With shaking hands, she obeyed, revealing her body to him. His eyes devoured her, and she felt her knees weaken at the intensity of his gaze. As she kneeled at his feet, she could feel the heat emanating from his body, and the scent of his desire intoxicated her. Isiah's touch was like fire on her skin, electric and commanding. She whimpered with pleasure as he took control, guiding her body to do his bidding. Every touch, every whisper, every look from him was a torment of passion, leaving her aching for more. This sensual experience was driving her wild with desire.
