“You think I wouldn’t like to be with a Domme?” A chuckle escapes my lips. “I didn’t say you wouldn’t like it. I said I’m not your type. There’s a difference.” “So you think I would like it?” he replies. I notice he’s a bit closer than he was before. I erase the distance between us, whispering only a few inches from his face, “Oh, I know you would.”
