Bound to Him
•pencil skirt and new blouse; check, check.
•idea of what was going on; not checked off.
~~~ "You're mine." He whispered, leaning in closer.
I tilted my head away, closing my eyes tightly.
Could he smell my arousal? I sure could.
"From that beautiful hair to those heeled covered feet. It's all mine."
I whimpered and bit my lip, looking him straight in the eye. "Then take what's yours."
I was tired of waiting; tired of holding back. If he wanted me, then he could have me.
Even if I had to indulge in his rough BDSM ways.