Chapter 35. Top from Bottom

Miles

She doesn’t object.

“You are a masochist,” I tell her as my cock twitches at the idea of making her my personal sub. Wouldn’t it be great to order her around and ask her to meet me at lunch every day? Just so she can blow me at work. Or maybe I will bend her over my desk and pound her, too.

Every. Single. Day.

I grab the scissors, a few condoms, I hesitate but pick up the riding crop and flogger too. I place these on the bed for easy access.

“No, I am not!” she exclaims as I push her chest into the pillow.

Her ass is a delightful color of pink. With barely a few spanks and a few strikes. I would love to see her whole ass and back red by the time I’m done with her. I cut and throw away her lingerie fabric, but keep the belt because it looks like a bondage accessory. It would be useful to grab her while I pump her from behind.

“Lovely,” I tell her as I slide my fingers into her folds. This is how I like my sluts. Easy and accessib