Do you want me to pound your ass into this mattress and make you my little whore?
You’re not quite there yet. Good whores are louder than that. They don’t try to stifle their moans. You’re just going to lose in the end anyway.
Please? Please what, baby? You’re going to have to say every dirty word for me if you truly want to be fucked senseless. That’s my good pet. Keep begging.
Don’t you wish it was you?
She looks down from her horse, her leather gloves gleaming in the cold winter light. With a smirk, she tosses a length of rope at her kneeling, shivering husband.
"Tie that around your neck," she commands, her voice firm. "That way, when you crawl behind my horse, you'll be reminded that you're my property—now and always."
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