When I want to.” He ran his finger over her lips. “You don’t get a vote, honey.
Damn, you’re soft. I have trouble keeping my hands off you.”
My cousin fell in love with a dom, so I checked into it to see if I needed to kill him before they got married.
“You’ll get more…but it’ll be my way, not yours.
Put me down.” “Nope.” He held her snuggled to his bare chest, tipping her up so he could rub his cheek against hers. “I like carrying you.
He caught her staring and smiled-not a conceited I-work-out-and-have-a-great-body type smirk, but more of a I’m-a-boy; you’re-a-girl; life is good.
Cages, spanking benches, sawhorses, bondage tables. Scene after scene. Throaty moans, high screams, whining, whimpering, and groaning. All his cop instincts shouted for him to get his cuffs out and start arresting people.
No. No, I don’t want my hands restrained.” “Yes. You do.
Use your safe word if you get scared, honey.” “I’m fine.” Her voice came out husky. “Yes, you are, aren’t you?
