"Anything for you, darling. That hasn't changed." Zira had been adamant about keeping the child, but otherwise would defer to anything his mistress desired, as he always had.
He raised both arms above his head, crossing them at the wrist, as if he were suspended by ropes. His back arched and he drew in a breath, but otherwise tried not to react to the touches. His cock stirred, blood rushing to fill him.