As Carrick's cold hand moved over her ass, feeling it in its entirety, Jenn quivered slightly. The responsiveness of her body was in overdrive at that moment and even the slightest touches from him sent shivers along her soul.
Again she felt assured by his clear orders, knowing exactly what he wanted and that he wanted it now. She had been turned around like a doll and yet the man wanted her to lay over his knee herself. Degrading as it was it did not matter, she would not have denied him anything he might ask of her nor did she feel that she could even had she wanted to. Jenn was utterly bound to his will as if it were her lifeline, a constant in the storm that was to come.
There was no hesitation in her obedience as she moved swiftly and gracefully over his knee, laid over his lap with her ass very much exposed.