A low growl fills the room, the culprit unable to jump off the bed and smack said body party.
I’m being mean, I know, but the aftermath of Marty’s threats are more pleasurable than painful, and I seem to be addicted to them. I feel powerful when he praises and pays homage to my body.
And I’m spoiled rotten when it comes to him. Some might say I’m an idiot, that I’m naive and stupid, but I’m happy. The most elated I’ve ever been in my life, and I have to answer to no one.
Except maybe Marty but I’m not complaining.
“Get over here,” Marty barks, tapping the side of the bed. “I’m going to start that disciplinary action right now.”
I practically skip over to him and position myself so that I’m straddling his frame.
I smile, shimming my ass against his naked cock. “I’m ready.”