“Not really.”
“Mia, if you're sore then we can do this later.”
“No, no I want you to teach me. Please. I want to please you.”
“Sit.” He commanded.
He takes my hair in his hands, braiding.
“Now if it hurts, there's a safe word. Pick anything for me to stop.” He said.
My breath heaved in anxiousness.
“Vanilla.”
“Good girl.”
“Lay on the bed.” He commanded.
He takes one of the leg cuffs and cuffs my legs to the sides of the bed.
“Don't move Princess.” He states.
“Fuck.” I hissed.
He wraps his large arms around my breasts—they didn't fit but were the perfect size to cup my perky t**s.
His lips adored me, with every sweet and soft kiss he dropped on my bare skin, my unders craved to be touched.
I turned—squirming under his touch. He placed a kiss in the middle of my chest,
