Manoeuvre

"Are you going to let me keep from touching you again?" Mircea asked with a little panic in her voice as she stared at him. 

Frey shook his head, "I quite like how you scratch my back for others to see." 

"Then, are you going to punish me by" her voice dropped an octave as she said, "inserting a buttplug in my arse." 

He smirked at her, "You would like it wouldn't you?" 

Mircea's heart hammered in her chest as she couldn't find the right words to answer him. She imagined herself squirming all day, thinking of his cock as she took over the duties of the Queen. Licking her lips, she nodded her head. 

"You know I don't like when you just nod your head instead of answering me verbally." His voice was a little stern when he said it.