who’s on top?
she crawled to Him.. naked.. crop held between her teeth… red curls draped about her lowered head and shoulders… like a panther coming upon its prey… she wanted Him..
dropping the crop at His feet she did not look up at His impressive form… did not seek out His eyes… but concentrated instead on the flesh in front of her..
her lips touched the tops of His feet … her tongue sneaking out like a snake’s to lick at his ankles..
she felt His fingers slide into her hair… pulling tightly… as if in warning…
stop or don’t stop… what was it He wanted… and what was it she intended to do
for good or bad she made her decision.. her teeth nipped at the flesh on the side of his right calf..
she heard the growl from far above… the grip on her hair tightened to the point of pain
head raising to the level of his hardened cock she nipped again.. inside left thigh.. heard the curse as she felt her body moved as if by an evil puppet master into a position of complete submission.. and helplessness
