L’s car was parked on the driveway. My palms started to sweat, and my heart rate jumped as panic set in. I knew she could see my car from the living...room, so I had no other option than going into the house.I entered with trepidation. L was comfortable on the couch reading a book. It was obvious from her outfit that she had something in mind. She was wearing a black corset like top. And, below that a garter belt, stockings and pumps. Without panties, her proud, curly bush was on full display.. A stranger she had never even seen.She had read several of His stories on a website for literary erotica and found that they resonated with her fantasies of sexual submission. She had contacted Him through the site and they had role-played as Master and submissive a number of times via email.Ooooo, the things He had made her do! Like going to work with a rope knotted between her legs. Masturbating through her panties while crouched down in the aisle of a supermarket, pretending to read a. *Slipping too far off the hood, Miles presses his hands onto her stomach and slides her back up, allowing him to get deeper inside her. He groans out, loving how wet she is for him. He had no idea she'd feel so good. He knows there’s no turning back now. He's in love with her and now that he's been inside her he'll never let her go. He can't. This is the woman he is meant to be with. He'll do anything to protect her from the club business.His mouth searches for hers once more. He kisses her,. She wanted this so bad. Missy reached up and grasped her shirt with both hands and wrenched it open, buttons popping across the bed. “Damn, little girl.” He dropped his jeans and grasped his cock at the base. Her eyes widened and she shook her head. “Is this what you’ve been asking for?” She backed up on the bed and he followed her, reaching out to pull her toward him by the back of her neck. He lowered his head to her chest, his teeth sinking into the tender mound of her breast making.