Come Again

"Come here." I looked up from my phone, to see his eyes narrowed at me, filled with darkness- lust, maybe? It's definitely that. Tucking my phone away back into my pocket, I began to take shy steps toward him. As we stand less than a feet away from each other, my breath hitches in my throat as his large hand grasp around my throat. There was minimal pressure added, but the contact of his hand never went un-noticed.

As my eyes met his, they seemed darker than before, considering our proximity. "When I tell you to come here, you are to do so with no hesitation. Now, get on your knees and take me like the good girl you are." I gasped at his tone, not because I was scared- no, but turned on by his assertiveness. If he wanted to play this way, I could too.

Gathering the courage , I decided t o have a little fun as I responded, "Yes, Sir." A light groan escaped his throat, before a small smirk formed on his lips, and with that, I began to kneel down- I was determined to give him a show.

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