“Just friends.”
But that felt a lot like a lie because his cock was still hard against my ass and I was still thinking of his hands around my throat, in my hair. I was right to be wary of that, too, because he turned to me and his gaze was nothing of the playfulness that he turned to his other girls. XXX Be a polite, good little submissive for me.”
I moaned, arching on his table. It seemed a strange idea that he might eat right outside so much fetish equipment. For the time being, I had to satisfy myself with taking little bits at a time. It was the cold and stern Master that I knew.
