“Let me be clear,” I snarl, spanking her a second time. “You don’t call theshots. I do.”
Her ass has turned pink already. I see the five points of my fingersblooming there like roses. The sharp thwack echoes in my ears, encouragingme to go in for another and harder and another and more.
But if I don’t stop now, I might end up with my face between her cheeks,curling my tongue into her p***y as she spasms and feeds me more of thosedelicious cries.
So instead of giving into my baser desires, I throw her onto the bed as shescrambles to pull her pants up.
“Order me around again and I won’t stop there,” I snarl before storming outof her room.
My boxers are wet with precum. f**k, is that embarrassing. I’m a pakhan, aCEO, a thirty-five-year-old man who’s managed to c*m in
