Gift
My c7ock twitches when I check the message.
My Buttercup: ‘I wonder if your fingers were that good, how the rest of you would feel?’
Me: ‘Do you want to know?”
She doesn’t reply for a moment, then replies.
My Buttercup: ‘I want you right now. I am trying to feel my fingers, but it’s nothing like
yours.’
My Buttercup: ‘I am not even sure if it’s me or my concussion talking.’
I end the meeting abruptly and make my way to my office. My co7ck is rock hard. I want to bend her to on my desk and f7uck her mercilessly. What is it about her? A simple text message from her is making me insane like this.
Me: ‘Sophie Brown. You’re in trouble. I am going to take you tomorrow night.’
My Buttercup: ‘Not tonight?’
Me: ‘You need to rest. If by tomorrow your feelings are the same. Come meet me at
Dom’s club.”
Dom’s club is a BDSM club in Los Angeles. I am sure she knows about it. Everybody knows about this place. Only a few dare to join them. If she indeed comes. I will tie her to
a bench and give her the best f7uck of her life.
