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Marlo Peterson
All She Needed Was Some Dick (BDSM Erotica)
All She Needed Was Some Dick (BDSM Erotica)
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Paul is a mental health professional whose latest patient is a hot little 20-year-old ex-inmate with a mouth like a sailor. This bad girl needs to be straightened out, and Paul, a former Marine, is just the alpha male to give it to her. After being bent of the desk and spanked, he was going to dominate her, putting her mouth, her tongue and her body to work.
EXCERPT:
That’s it. I’m going to teach this bitch a lesson, I thought to myself, as I stood up from my desk.
She obviously didn’t appreciate the leeway she had in doing things the easy way, so now it was time to do them the hard way. I walked right past her, making a mental note that she was about eye level from my cock when seated in her current position, and made sure that my office door was locked. I drew down the shade, just in case anyone walking past is able to look inside and see what was about to happen.
I then turned to Felicia and began unbuckling my belt, keeping eye contact with her. I slipped the belt from pants and bundled it into my hand on both ends so that I can swing it.
“Put your hands onto my desk, pull your pants down and bend over,” I said flatly, not breaking eye contact until I got a response.
She folded her arms and poked her lips out, but didn’t say anything. I stepped closer to her, looking down and waiting for her to cooperate. She snapped out of it and rose to her feet.
“That’s more like it,” I said, slapping the belt against my palm.
EXCERPT:
That’s it. I’m going to teach this bitch a lesson, I thought to myself, as I stood up from my desk.
She obviously didn’t appreciate the leeway she had in doing things the easy way, so now it was time to do them the hard way. I walked right past her, making a mental note that she was about eye level from my cock when seated in her current position, and made sure that my office door was locked. I drew down the shade, just in case anyone walking past is able to look inside and see what was about to happen.
I then turned to Felicia and began unbuckling my belt, keeping eye contact with her. I slipped the belt from pants and bundled it into my hand on both ends so that I can swing it.
“Put your hands onto my desk, pull your pants down and bend over,” I said flatly, not breaking eye contact until I got a response.
She folded her arms and poked her lips out, but didn’t say anything. I stepped closer to her, looking down and waiting for her to cooperate. She snapped out of it and rose to her feet.
“That’s more like it,” I said, slapping the belt against my palm.
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