You're giving me fucking consent to stalk you? Oh, slave...
Get on your knees. I want you to feel me so deep that the belt is of little consequence when it comes to breathing.
Mary was the darkness to my monster. The blood to my blade.
But it wasn’t mine anymore. It was his. I was his. Something in that flirted with the submissive I knew that lurked inside. How long had I waited and searched for the right man? One who could dominate...
