Forbidden Affairs
Boots clicking on the concrete.
“Strong arms,” she murmured. “Big cock. Dumb eyes.”
“He listens when you teach him properly,” the first replied.
The second ran the crop down his shoulder. Then across his chest.
Then she flicked it.
A sharp bite to his left nipple.
He gasped.
“Good reaction,” she said.
“He needs focus,” the first said. “Discipline.”
“Then let’s train him.”
They moved in sync. Unpacking their gear from the black case they’d brought — leather cuffs, heavy clamps, rope, plugs, a steel spreader bar, and a metal bit gag that looked more suited for horses than humans.