Aching to Submit
“Anticipation set her pussy on fire, but it was Michael’s tone that made her belly quiver. She walked into their shared closet and looked at the row of neatly hanging belts. If she looked at her shelves, they were a bit of a mess. Michael’s, on the other hand, were absolutely organized. Everything had its place and things were folded, put away, neat, completely the opposite of her. But he’d never criticized her sloppiness.
She ran her hand over the row of belts even though she already knew t...he one she’d choose. She knew it the moment he had told her to do it. It was an old belt, one he’d had for longer than they’d been married. A heavy Italian leather, well-worn and thick but malleable, soft enough to manage, strong enough to deliver the punishment she needed and expected. She took it from its place and doubled it over, her sex pure heat as her buttocks quivered in anticipation.
Once in the attic, she stripped off her clothes and folded them, setting them on top of one of the boxes.MoreLess
She ran her hand over the row of belts even though she already knew t...he one she’d choose. She knew it the moment he had told her to do it. It was an old belt, one he’d had for longer than they’d been married. A heavy Italian leather, well-worn and thick but malleable, soft enough to manage, strong enough to deliver the punishment she needed and expected. She took it from its place and doubled it over, her sex pure heat as her buttocks quivered in anticipation.
Once in the attic, she stripped off her clothes and folded them, setting them on top of one of the boxes.MoreLess
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