His Sub

For no reason, I felt Kyle might want to subject me to sexual torture, different from the denial of that morning. I had tried to forget about it so I wouldn't be horny at work. But with his hand on my buttocks soon after entering the apartment, the thought of the unsatisfied desire returned with a force more potent than the first time.

"Allow me to make dinner, then you can eat me up," I whispered between moans.

“I will eat you up anytime I want, Andrea,” Kyle responded, reminding me that I was his sub and shouldn't question his authority.

“I’m all yours, anytime, Kyle,” I surrendered and allowed Kyle’s fingers to move through the crevices of my bum and to the space above my vulva where I had some strands of pubic hair. He playfully pulled them, and it gave me painful pleasure. I had thought he wanted to finger fuck me, but his fingers stopped, and he withdrew them from under my clothes.

“Go and prepare dinner,” Kyle whispered into my right ear and left me. I stood there confused and