His deep voice acts like a key, unlocking whatever submission genes I have hidden away inside my head. I’m trembling as he looks at me, his height giving him an advantage so he’s looking down. With my other lovers, I prefer dominance, even if they both love to brat me until I see red. But Mars is no brat. And he’s definitely not submissive. The only way to have him is for me to be the one who gives in. Apparently, I’m fucking here for it.
