Bound By His Rules {M×M}
If only he knows how much his orders turn me on, especially the ones about begging.
I press my lips together, “Daddy, I need you to hit my ass, please.” I beg, getting even more aroused by own words.
He strikes a hand against my other cheek, letting the pain move through me before kneading me into pleasure.
“It's called spanking,” he corrects me, his fingers digging my skin in the most seductive massage.
“Yes, whatever it is, please, don't stop doing it,” I say, arching my ass for a better strike.