After showing me the collar he’d picked for me, I knew I’d do anything he asked. He closed the door to his office and sat down, holding my favorite thick dildo with a knot at the base. I bit my lip and stood in front of him.
“You are mine.” His hands were groping at my curves as he spoke, daring me to moan despite the clear switch in our dynamic. “I want to play with my toy, and take what I want.” Tugging on my shirt, he slipped his hands beneath my bra; I stripped out of my top and leggings, dropping them in a pile. With a groan, he grabbed my breasts through the lace massaging roughly. “Off.”
Slipping off the remainder, he pointed to the floor at his feet and handed me the dildo.
“You’re going to work that deep into your pussy, knot and all. Then, and only then, will you be allowed to suck me off like my good girl.”
“Fuck.” I practically choked on the word, feeling myself get wet.