“You think you can run from me, Anor?” I growl, my chest heaving. A massive, unvarnished grin breaking across my face.
I haven’t run like this since I was a boy.
I also haven’t felt this alive, this entirely unburdened, in two decades.
“Trying doesn’t hurt” She reply, her eyes looking up at me. With that same grin.
I lower my hand, then smack her ass.
“Master!” She shriek and presses her face against my chest. I slap the other and bunch the onesie up between the crack of her ass.
“Mmmm” I turn her back to the glass staircase, lifting her hands up, trapping her with my body.
The things I want to do to her
“What should I do to you, Anor?”
My voice is deep. The question breathy and needy. Almost like a plea. She looks up at me. My gaze falls on her lips then back up to her fac
