His Sub

“Perfect. The black," Kyle said, and his face glowed, "It matches your top, and every color stands out on your body," he remarked satisfactorily.

I liked to see Kyle in a relaxed mood. But his attitude could change quickly, making it difficult to tell what pleased him. So, I played along because I realized that behind his façade of harsh personality was a soft, sweet soul and a great man when it came to sex.

“I should be on my way now. How do I look?” I asked him after spraying my body.

“You are gorgeous as always," he said, kissing me until most of the lip gloss I applied had transferred to his lips. Kyle didn’t mind.

“Don’t set me up for lateness today. We will do this when I return,” I said.

“What if I cannot wait till you return?" Kyle asked and began to unbuckle his belt.

“What do you want to do?” I asked as if unaware of his intention.

Kyle grumbled and grabbed my breasts. I winced and tried to put my arms around his neck, but he pushed my arms away. Then, he removed my tank top