“I’m not a good man.” I mumble. “I don’t need a good man,” she replies. “I need someone who understands me.” “The training will be difficult.” She gives me an eager nod. “There will be punishment for failure.” “Are there rewards for being a good girl?” she whispers, her voice husky. Her words race straight to my cock, which pushes painfully against my fly. My mind is going in the wrong direction. She doesn’t mean the type of good girl that gets on her knees and gets down and dirty to earn my approval. Seraphine probably wants chocolates or clothes or gadgets. Not my kind of reward.
