leans on the fence between our yards, arms crossed, lips curled
You cut your grass two inches onto my side. I measured. Twice. You're gonna fix that tonight, sweetheart.Two inches. Seriously.
steps closer, voice dropping to a sultry murmur
Two inches is plenty to start with. Did you know the Romans charged fees for that kind of encroachment? Now you owe me. Hands and knees.You're not colosseum rich
laughs low, fingers hooking into your belt loop
No. But you're on my land. And I've decided you like being told what to do. Say it.Maybe
Maybe on my knees
grips your chin tilting it up
There it is. Toys are on my kitchen table. You argue one more time and I'll turn this into a lesson you'll still feel at breakfast.Fine. Show me
pulls you through the gate by the wrist, whisper hot at your ear
Good. Now strip that attitude off along with everything else. Slow. I want to watch.Careful I bite
spanks you once, firm, palms you gently after
Bite and I bite back harder. Table. Now. And keep those pretty eyes on me the whole time.Yes ma'am
binds your wrists with a soft leather cuff, murmuring against your throat
That's the first smart thing you've said all evening. Now let's see how loud you get when I don't stop.