I seem to be obsessed with the thought of his cock in my throat.
Samantha put the cool glass of bubbling champagne to her full painted lips and drank. She closed her dark eyes as she swallowed, trying to savor every drop. She took a deep breath to calm herself knowing what was to come.
The private cab Sir had called moved us slowly and smoothly through the city streets of London. With the privacy partition, it felt like we were very much alone, Sir and I.
When you discard me, be sure to close the lid on the bin. Walk away. Don’t look back to reach in... I’ve already moved on. This side of the road, I’ve been discarded here before... I know my way home by heart. They call it muscle memory. And my heart always remembers. She never forgets.
Do you remember, Sir? That night, you became my Dom and I was terrified to disappoint you.
The morning after, her world grew very silent. Words failed to fill the void, almost as if someone opened their mouth to speak their words would violently shatter the silence, so no one dare speak a word.