‘So fucking beautiful,’ I tell her. ‘I’m going to come all over those tits. Now, lose the thong.’ ‘Yes, sir,’ she says, the corners of her mouth lifting. She doesn’t break eye contact as she hooks her thumbs into the lace and tugs it down. She loves this game as much as I do. And then she’s naked. Naked except for her heels and the choker. My choker. My mark of ownership.
