Bad girls need to be punished. But what did she do to be punished twice?
Bad girls need to be punished. But what did she do? How should she be punished?
On her knees begging, trying to convince me that I should give in to her desires. But this wasn’t about her. It never was. Her purpose is to satisfy me. And she will…
It felt real but was it? Was he here? Why can I still feel him? It couldn’t have been a dream. Where is he?
He was just driving through on a run which meant he had little time to play games.
Two months. Two weeks. Three days. 1 hour. 37 minutes. 22… 23… 24… 25 seconds since the last dose I had of Him.
“I can’t do this.” I thought at the same time that I turned around to walk out.
The one word stopped me cold. Challenged me. Ignited a different fire within. Bastard.
Her hands griped the bed as she fought the urge to touch me. I chuckled loving how much she was into it already. I bit the side of her neck hard and her cunt shivered.
I turned to see her closing the door of the hotel room. Was I mistaken? Had she spoken or was I hearing things? I opened my mouth to speak but she held up her hand halting the action.
On my knees I waited. It seemed to be that I’d never earn his touch. I knew that he was nearby because his scent drifted to me with every breeze from the open window.
Why settle for 1 when you could have so much more?
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