The Savage Dominant

Jizz In My Pants "Who the hell do you think you are?" I ask outraged and his smirk adds fuel to the fire. "I'm Matthias, what's your name Sugar?" He asks with a smug grin. "First name is f**k and last name is off." I snarl and push past him but he grabs my arm. "Just because I'm a gentleman doesn't mean I won't spank you." He says sternly making me gulp as my pants tighten at the visual. My mind goes off with the image of me bent over a bed with him standing behind me. My ass bare for him to see and waiting for his large strong hand to strike. I feel my c**k swell at the mere thought of this...God even touching me anywhere intimate. Hmm, his strong body pinning me down as he plows into m- NO! Bad Lane, very bad Lane! I can't go through that, not after I'm finally getting better. He's going to ruin me. "Excuse you?" I ask with a glare making him smirk. "You heard me." He says casually as if he didn't just make me jizz in my pants from one sentence. "Yeah I heard you loud and clear. So you listen to me, let my arm go or I will scream bloody f*****g murder and accuse you of touching me inappropriately." I warn and he just shrugs. "You wouldn't." He chuckles and I narrow my eyes before making them water causing him to frown worriedly. "HELP! GET OFF ME YOU PERVERT! LET ME GO!" I scream at the top of my lungs making him release my arm and move back quickly as people turn to us quickly. "Don't doubt me, big boy." I smirk before turning and walking away leaving him standing there with wide eyes and a huge tent in his pants.