"Play me, baby. I want 'you' to make me lose control."
The sight had me clenching my p***y. Johnny, blindfolded, c**k hard and on display, legs spread wide—offering me a belt like a gift. Like he needed to be handled.
A surge of déjà vu crashed through me, but this wasn’t the same. Not even close. He wasn’t teasing me with power. He was giving it up.
Who would believe me if I told them that the Johnny Miles—powerful, domineering, billionaire womanizer—was now sitting obediently on a chair, ready to be played like a f*****g toy?
"Just like what we did before?" I asked, stretching my leg out, toes gliding up the firm line of his shin and rubbing upward.
Just that simple touch, he lost it in an instant.
His c**k twitched. His grip on the belt tightened.
"Yes, please?" he answered—so po
