(Dean POV)
The satiating alcohol flavor coats my tongue as my lips press to
the rim of the tipped glass in my hand. Traveling down my throat,
the liquid slightly burns the surface. I sit on the couch, with a bottle
of tequila situated on the coffee table in front of me, as I wait for
the love of my life to return home. We have both mastered the act of "daddy" and "kitten" during our love making. Especially when having b**m s*x. My excitement awakens when
my ears pick up the sound of the door clicking open, and the door
closes after. Following that, the sound of footsteps are heard,
heels clicking against the hardwood floor. The familiar figure steps
into the living room where I am.
"Hi," she says softly.
A smile appears across my face. "Hi, kitten. Mmm, come here
