The complete d***tion
I hear the key turning in the lock, the door opens and his shadow falls on me. He laughs softly, contentedly. With slow steps, he approaches me, I feel his gaze on me. Hot and cold, I feel it run down my spine, it's warm, yet a goosebumps forms on my bare skin. My knees start to protest on the hard parquet. I have to endure it. He stands in front of me, his shoes are in my field of vision. I don't dare to lift my head – not without his permission. He turns away, goes into the bedroom. I hear him open a drawer, our play drawer. He rummages around in it, searching for something specific. His steps approach again, he stands in front of me and holds something in front of my face. A large, thick v******r comes into my field of vision. He doesn't have to say what he wants. I know what he expects. He wants it inside me. On full power. I have to fight against my o****m until I have earned it in his eyes. Or maybe not.
