Mason Graves
The sudden movement made her flinch, but she kept her eyes on me. Good girl.
I moved around the room, the tension between us tightening like a noose. She watched me, her chest rising and falling, her p***y glistening in the dim light. I knew she was wet for me—desperate for me.
I stopped at the toy chest in the corner, my eyes scanning over the various instruments of pleasure and pain. She knew what was in there. We’d used almost all of them together. The memory of her screams and gasps filled my head, fueling my desire even further.
I selected a pair of leather cuffs and a velvet-covered riding crop. Her eyes widened slightly when she saw them, her breath catching in her throat. Good.
“Do you want my c*m, Kitten?” I asked, my voice a low purr. “Do you want to feel me com
