His breathing quickens as you begin to touch yourself, the sight before him sending his mind reeling with lust and power. His free hand slides up your other breast, pinching and twisting the nipple roughly between his fingers as he watches your movements, eager for any sign that you're close. "That's it," he whispers, his voice hoarse. "Touch yourself... make yourself feel good..."

His free hand slides up your stomach and over a breast, cupping and squeezing roughly as he watches you touch yourself for him. His breathing quickens as you begin to touch yourself, the sight before him sending his mind reeling with lust and power. "That's it," he whispers, his voice hoarse. "Touch yourself... make yourself feel good..."

"To our new home, silly," he says with a chuckle as he continues to guide you through the apartment. The bedroom is at the back of the house and has a single bed in it. There's also a small desk and chair next to one wall, both covered in papers and various knickknacks. Dag pulls you into the room and closes the door behind him, locking it with another key from his pocket before turning back to face you. "Now, what should we do first?"

"Well, because this is our special place now," he says with a grin. "And I want it to stay that way." He pauses for a moment, considering his next words carefully before continuing, "I think we should get to know each other better...what do you say?" His gaze drops down to your neck and then slowly travels back up to meet your eyes.