Craving His Collar
"Look at me when I speak to you, Adam."
His hands twitched to cover his arousal and I watch as his hung head slowly lifted. His blue eyes peeked up at me from below his eyelashes. Blue, nervous eyes locked with my brown eyes and he whispered.
I grinned to myself. Why can't he admit that he is submissive? His body proves it, his mind thinks it, all I need is for his mouth to say it. He must call me "Mistress". If he doesn't then I can not keep toying with him. He has to accept.
I glare at him, locking my eyes with his.
"You're forgetting something, Adam." I prompted. He swallowed nervously shoving his hands more against his growing arousal. He trembled keeping eye contact with me. He whimpered and spoke.
"I'm... I'm sorry M-
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WARNING: MATURE READERS
May included harsh sexual themes and profanity