I was sat in her lap, she dug her nails into the flesh on my neck. I'm such a slut for the pain.
"Fuck." I muttered under my breath, it hitching in my throat soon enough when she pressed with more force.
I moaned rather loudly to which she grabbed my throat and uttered "Shut up, slut."
"I'm sorry." I replied quietly,
"You're sorry, what?" She snapped,
"I'm sorry, Master."
"That's better. Good little whore."
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Dirty Fantasies.
Non-FictionNSFW fantasies. This is the second NSFW book I've ever wrote, please don't judge it. I'm writing it for a specific reason.. Anyways enjoy-
