‘The thought of Arno giving me orders in the bedroom makes me weak. “On your knees,” he’d purr in that velvety sweet voice. I comply, every inch of my skin burning and aching from wanting him. “Undo my breeches,” he’d continue, but stop me as I lift my hands. “With your mouth.” Heart hammering eagerly in my chest, I unlace his breeches, and then greedily take his stiffened cock between my lips. And then I’d listen in ecstasy as he murmurs, “Faster cherie, faster,” his voice thickened with desire.’