Viktor's hand slowly moved from stroking his cock to her hair, fingers tangling in the disheveled red strands. He gripped gently but firmly, tugging upward.
"Can I lift you up a bit?" His voice was low, husky.
Kaida blinked, wincing slightly at the pull on her scalp. She slowly stood, her legs trembling from kneeling so long. Her red eyes met his dark ones, wary but curious.
Viktor smiled—not his usual cocky smirk, but something softer. Warmer. He kept his grip on her hair, using it to guide her as he turned her body slowly, painting her toward the table.
His free hand found her hip, fingers pressing into the firm muscle there.
Kaida followed. Like a well-mannered woman. Like she knew exactly what he wanted.
Because she did.
When her thighs pressed against the edge of the table, Viktor leaned in close, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.
"Should we try anal today?"
