Submission in the Boardroom: A Matter Of Authority
Biting back a moan, I closed my eyes.
“You are leaking just at the thoughts of me,” he teased, still playing with me, enough to send my heart racing and my blood rushing south.
“Please,” I parted my lips and whispered.
“Please, what?” He smiled, still teasing me.
“Let me cum,” I begged, panting.
“Call me Daddy.”
I froze at that, my throat drying instantly. My dick jumped, hardening as that word settled in.
“What? You don't want to?” He frowned. “Don't you want to be my baby boy? To be taken care of? Don't you want Daddy to show you how good with his hand he is?”