The Countdown My Mistress Imposed on Me That Night
If I came at the exact second, she’d let me do it. If I failed, she promised a punishment I’d spent weeks fearing and craving in equal measure.
If I came at the exact second, she’d let me do it. If I failed, she promised a punishment I’d spent weeks fearing and craving in equal measure.
She picked me up, pointed to her cheek for a kiss, and I knew the orders wouldn’t stay in the bedroom this time: they started the moment I got in her car.