The question unraveled me. I told him Nothing really.
But the was that I could barely find the words to tell him the things I wanted him to do to me.
"I want you to tie me up," I confessed in my mind, words tumbling out. "Use your belt or rope, hold me down while you f**k me hard on this table. Make it messy—spill the coffee, smear the butter on my t**s and lick it off. Dominate me completely, sir."
I imagined his grip tighten slightly, eyes hooded. "And submission? You'd give it all to me?"
"Yes," I gasp, the mix of vulnerability and lust overwhelming. “ I desperately want to be your secret slut, the one you train in the shadows of your mansion. Punish me for staring, for wanting this so bad."
I imagined him lean closer, breath warm. "You're playing with fire, Tiana. But if that's wh
