"Are you going to take what you want or not?"

Kiona loved being on her knees like this. For some women, it was a position of degradation or submission, but she knew that she was really in control, especially when she had two of the Peeping Toms' Little Toms in the palms of her hands. That thought was only compounded by the fact that she didn't even know any of their names!

But the bulk of her attention was on the boy in the middle, the one that had definitely suggested following after Kiona in the first place to get their little peeks in. The expression of lust on his face looked to be ready to boil over at any moment, and Kiona knew just the way that she could make that happen and get exactly what she wanted.

Kiona raised one eyebrow, the very image of cocky self-assurance, and spoke in her perfect Egyptian accent to the boy in the middle. "Well?" she said. "Are you going to take what you want from me or not?"

That changed the look on his face completely. Indignation, surprise, embarrassment, and more washed over him before Kiona's eyes as he tried to make sense of what she had said and tried to figure out what he was supposed to do next. In the end, all the new emotions that overcame him faded away again, themselves overcome by the original one: lust.