-ππ¨π¨π€ π π’π§ ππ‘π πππ¨π§π’ πππ«π’ππ¬- "Would you get on your knees for me?" "If you asked," he breathes out. I hum and trace his plump lips with my forefinger. "I don't ask, darling." It seemed that's all I had to say because he dropped to his knees before me, not once breaking eye contact. "Good boy."All Rights Reserved