Chapter 11- The Kind of Thing

How did I end up here? Alcohol. Yes. It was entirely your fault.

" D-don't stop please"

Geez, I can't even recognize my voice right now. This is not me. Or is this the real me?

"Sheezz more"

I bit my lips to stop myself from moaning.

"What do you want Milady?" He teased, enjoying the misery I get from his expert hands.

"You know it better than me. Goodness come on" I winced in pleasure. Yet, I was slowly getting mad at him for constantly stopping. 

And every time I do, he only chuckles as if he is glad to have such power over me.

"You are bossy Milady, but I like it. It turns me on" he said huskily.

"Let me feel it, I needed to be sure," I said breathily and moved my hands in between his thighs.

"C*cktease" he moaned as I traced his manh**d with my fingers.

Yes, indeed he was so big and hard as steel. My hands were shaking as I tried to wrap them whole with my fingers.

But before I could even do