David
I knew what she was doing. I had from the moment the sarcastic tone had hit her voice and I knew why she was doing it. She wanted me, and by letting me take control she was giving herself an out, a reason not to feel guilty about it.
And that was fine.
I could give her that if that’s what she needed. The main thing was that she wanted me. She might hate herself for it but she did. And that I could work with.
Smiling to myself I watched as she did as I ordered. She really was spectacular. The perfect submissive for me.
Hell the perfect woman for me.
“Beautiful” I ran my hand over the fleshy globe, squeezing hard, just like she wanted me too and was rewarded by her sharp intake of breath. “so f*****g beautiful” I all but ripped down the pyjama bottoms she was wear
