He was rummaging around in the closet. “If you want f****d again, get up on the bed. You know what doggie is?”
“Yes.”
“You ain’t gonna watch me f**k you this time. I’m gonna f**k you like a dog. You want to be f****d like a dog?”
“If that will please you.”
“Answer what I asked, and I ain’t heard no affection in a long time.”
“Yes, honey, I want to be f****d like a dog.”
It was the most submissive position; her head pressed against the soiled mattress, her back lowered, her ass raised, her two holes vulnerable. He’d taken some things out of the closet that rattled like chains. She looked up, frightened.
“The guy across the hall is into serious kinky stuff. I borrowed this from him just for you.” He placed on the bed a contraption she couldn’t figure out. “It’s a spreader bar with cuf
