Alyssa’s excited dark eyes never left him. “I have forbidden you,” she repeated breathily, her nails demanding upon his vulnerable flesh. “You know what will happen if you disobey me…”
“Yes, Mistress,” Brad whimpered, m**********g happily. His hand was a blur. “I-I-I—”
“Yes…?” she prodded, eying him closely.
“I would have to lick up all my c*m, Mistress!” he concluded, gasping.
“And you would never want to do something so shameful as that, would you, Brad?” she wondered, pinching purposefully at his hairy little peaks. “Would you?”
“N-no, Mistress!” he whimpered dutifully. “O-o-of course not!” Ah, but how eagerly his fist tugged and squeezed, how rabidly!
“So don’t you dare disobey me,” she whispered, her savage red nails urging him on all the while. “Don’t you dare…”
“Y-y-yes, Mist
