RYAN
Standing at the bedroom door in my apartment, I looked at her. I looked the way she tilted her head to the side, trying to hear something but I had made sure not to make a single peep when I’d entered the apartment. I stayed there and took her in, the way she fidgeted with her fingers almost stopping the flow of the blood, so tightly she was gripping them. Her long dark brown hair cascaded down her back in waves making me want to fist them around my fingers. She was sitting on her haunches, legs folded back and that delectable ass was resting on her calves.
Perfect position of a submissive.
I don’t think she even realised how much she craved for someone to take care of her, to demand things of her, to control her and guide her. I could only imagine what her childhood had been like.
