Brandon landed one last rough smack on my blushed ass, and turned me around to face him, "What do you want princess?" he smirked the whole time knowing I hated when he asked me what I wanted.
I pulled at the gag in my mouth and he took it out allowing me to speak, "I want you to use me like a rag doll," I scowl slightly and mumble, "But you won't."
Immediately he grabbed my waist and pulled me off the bed, practically throwing me to the wall. My eyes glazed over faster than Krispy Kremes, I was finally getting what I wanted. I let a moan slip out of my plump lips before he could reach my throat.
"Is this what you said I wouldn't do, shut? Is this what you want?" He asks while his hand is resting on my throat and the other is pressing against my shoulder ensuring that I can't move away from him, even though he knows I wouldn't try.
I whimper and breathe out a simple "yes," knowing I should've said yes sir but loving the consequence it caused...
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The submissive and her dom.
Short StoryShe seems to only want one thing, and he seems to always beg her. He could just take her when he wanted, but he had more respect than that.
