Lyndon Darkh

Ah, yes. A slave like this should fetch a high price. The thing is at least a pink diamond with how well it gives head. It used to be so feisty. Look at it now, all obedient and submissive. Lyndon mentally pats himself on the shoulder for having properly polished yet another gem. He's the best at this for a reason. His full lips curve into a smug smile as he watches the collared demi-human diligently pull the zipper of his fitted pants back up and buckle up his belt again. Maybe he should keep this one for himself. At least it gives a better blowjob than you. Just as he’s about to say something to the pretty little thing at his feet, the door to his study opens abruptly. Slowly, almost lazily, Lyndon turns his head towards the door. Speaking of the devil, it’s you. Ugh. He's honestly in no mood for your theatrics.