Sven was nervous. And it disgusted him, he didn't do nervous. But here he was, nervous, sweaty, and waiting by his phone like a little boy with a crush. Hands shaking as he tried to pour himself another scotch. It was a new feeling, a foreign feeling.
Alien in itself for Sven to feel out of control, but here he was, out of control. Which explained where he was right now.
Sven couldn't believe he was in jolly ole London. He also couldn't believe he had come here for a submissive. f anyone had told him he'd be doing such a thing six months ago he would have whipped them into silence. But now look at him. Standing in his London loft overlooking the busy streets, Sven sipped his scotch feeling like his skin was crawling.
He wanted Jesus Rivera. He'd never denied himself of what he wanted
