Jonathan’s POV
"You should get some boots," I suggested. It was a gift for both of us.
When she wore them, she was different, empowered. She looked good. She felt sexy, I could tell. I loved the way she wore the boots, especially with nothing else. It wasn't just her naked body with boots, though. It was the power.
I asked her to wear them often. When she did, I melted. She didn't notice the influence it had over me. I hoped she would exert more of that power.
A friend of hers inspired her to get a riding crop. It was a fun prop for her. It addled me. I wanted her to use it. She was tentative with it. I wanted to feel it. It added to the authority that turns me on.
But playing these rolls didn't move her as it moved me.
I wanted her to take me, and use me. I wanted her to manipulate
