“Your fiancé isn’t your submissive?” Lisa asked.
“Oh, not at all.” Destiny laughed. “I suppose that’s why I enjoy ordering around my collar boys, making them kiss my feet,”—she touched a foot to Paul’s lips and he kissed—”and beating them. Derek, my fiancé, isn’t like that.”
“Will you miss it?”
“Definitely. A man who accepts your foot in his mouth is guaranteed to give long, attentive foot massages.” Destiny touched her foot to Paul’s lips again, but this time, she pushed it in. Paul opened to receive it; utilizing his developed skill, he didn’t gag. “Derek expects any massaging he does to lead to s*x. What about you? Have you dated men like Paul?”
“Most of the men I’ve dated were submissive.”
Paul knelt quietly, listening attentively. Destiny’s foot still sat on his tongue and he dr
