Masked Desires

by Mel Reilly

know you’re a big strong man but I need you to listen to me and play by my rules. Will you be a good boy and do what I say?” “Oh fuck.” I’ve never been called a good boy, but it has my dick standing at attention in my pants. I murmur, “Yes ma’am,”

When I told Nala I wasn’t a good man, I meant that. If she only knew of all the times I snuck into her room while she slept and beat my dick right there in her bedroom. If she only knew the amount of blood on my dirty hands she’d never let me touch her again. If she only spent one night with me, she’d see me as a monster too.

“You like sitting pretty like an innocent angel for everyone else but you love getting on your knees to sin for me, don’t you?”