Killian put the collars on both Titsirina's and Shyla's necks. Seeing their embarrassed expressions made him even more excited.
This kind of roleplay could bring him nothing but excitement.
"Young master, you can't do this; this is wrong," Titsirina begged, playing with the roleplay.
"You have the audacity to say that while flaunting this voluptuous body of yours?" Killian pulled Titsirina's leash and kissed her. "Even for a maid, your lips taste good. Let's have this body of yours put to good use."
Killian darted his eyes to Shyla, who was silently looking down, playing with her hands. He pulled her leash towards him and raised her chin using his index finger.
"Young master, you are scary," Shyla said, her face completely red.
"Am I?" Killian said, kissing Shyla.
At first, he kissed her gently, but then it got rougher and rougher.
"Young master, please stop," Shyla begged.