Bratty in the Basement
“I fucking love it when you do that,” I said as I smiled and looked up at him.
“What, this?” he replied as he tightened his hand around my throat and kissed me a little bit harder. I nodded, still smiling a little bit as his lips pressed into mine. I closed my eyes and submitted to the feeling of his calloused hand wrapped around my throat, commanding my head up just enough to meet his. I could feel my nipples harden as he squeezed just a little tighter. I’m going to make him make me his bitch tonight, I thought to myself. My inner deviant was about to run rampant. He started unbuttoning my shirt as I rubbed his growing dick through his jeans. I loved feeling it get harder against my hand; knowing that I have that power over someone else’s body drives me crazy. I could already feel myself getting wet.