Conner
Hands caressed my back, my eyes fluttered open. The bedside clock read one a.m.. I smiled and rolled.
“Mistress?”
“You know you don’t have to call me that anymore,” Lyla said as she bent forward and kissed my right peck. Her tongue flicked out and licked my n*pple. My c*ck was already rock hard from the moment her hands touched me.
“It's a habit for me. Like a pet name now.”
She chuckled. “Well, I won’t stop you from using it. I need you, Conner.”
She sounded desperate and a little vulnerable. I had missed her these last three days. This mission was longer than it was supposed to be.
“I’m all yours, how do you want me?”
“Hands wrapped around the bars, don’t let go. No touching until I c*m.”
I lifted my arms over my head and gripped the iron bars that were a part of o
