Too bad I'm not submissive. This girl will never surrender.
But I can’t stay away from him. He’s got this bossy way about him in bed. The word “Sir,” falls from my lips, and when he tells me to get on my knees…well, my knees have a mind of their own.
I got this. I can be his slave for a few nights and walk away unscathed.
We get in. Get it on. Get the hell out. Done.
He can find the line between love and lust. It’s right between my legs.
Now, let’s see if that line blurs for me.
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